“Generation doomer” is one of the less favourable labels given to gen Z. But, unlike the (patronising and overused) term “snowflake”, I can understand this one.
My worldview is quite cynical. It’s obvious in the way I write and in the way I respond callously to grown-ups who ask me about my future. I’ve been told I’m too young to be so jaded—the world ought to be my oyster. Instead, the world feels like a clam and, no matter how many times I bash it against a rock, it won’t relinquish the pearly goodness within.