I had a colleague who loved to opine on a bit of everything including “millennials”. He was talking about “soft resignations” and explained them succinctly as “it’s when you’re annoyed that you’re overlooked at work so you don’t put any extra effort in don’t work any extra hours and only do the minimum and then wonder why you don’t get promoted”.
It was hilarious but sad how he could just so utterly fail to grasp the point that to me was just staring him right in the face as he struggled to explain. He’s an okay guy really, and it’s just a shame that his penchant for everything to fit in to nice neat stories with conveniently stupid straw men to beat in each of them really gets in the way of him having any more than the shallowest understanding of the people and world around him.
I think somewhere around the middle of high school the storyline started to really fall apart and now in it I’m at various times a successful and likeable actor/astronaut/musician/academic/author/just a salt of the earth everyday guy that everyone somehow has respect for and comes to for advice/race car driver/activist/underground resistance fighter. And I’m also magnanimous and generous, but somehow also dishing it out to the all the wankers I have to deal with.
I think after the exhaustion of adulthood and fuckwits and my own mediocrity the quality and vividness of my daydreams has dulled to just a kind of cartoon version of me having a much better time or telling someone who’s done me wrong to fuck themselves.