What to make of the millennial want of the Winnebago lifestyle.
I see the sprinters here on the island sometimes. They’re parked along Ocean Drive. I will say that there are fewer messes when compared to the fast food wrapper-spewing lowriders. (What a mess.) At my prior employer, one of the young guys brought us outside to look at his tricked-out camper van.
It gives an honorable sense of not wanting to waste and decreasing your footprint. It’s actually kind of admirable, I think.
It’s difficult for me to comment on family matters as I don’t have any children. But I think there are a few things to say. One does not grow up as quickly as with kids. A friend often lectures me on “growing up.” There could be some anger toward him, but maybe he’s right? I do like the single life, but how would I change?
But with all due respect, I am not immature,
I have thought about doing the Reese Witherspoon thing and hike for life. Sun-bleached mind tan (TM).
Does one need any responsibility without children? Am I serving society well? What is the debt to society?
I know, no man an island. Fine. But when you read of proud parents and proud friends, you do have a certain sadness/defiance.
Year upon year, time after time. What to leave the world other than children. So what if your name ends? Shakespeare’s lineage was gone in a generation. Posterity gets ideas and creativity.
So we of lesser insight should try something different.