Irrelevant

Im turning 30 in September. This makes me one of the last millenials to do so. I have always been on the fringes of things, so i’m ok being late to the party. Being fashionably late is pretty cool.

Its funny, because when you are are a youngster, you believe you will be cool forever.

Millennials have always faught for relevance, its currency like sweet nectar milked from some kind of exotic nut marketed for mediocre dairy replacements. This is why we sparked the advent of the crushing machine of social media.

We still fight for it, insisting that we are cool, that we still have good taste. We pack away the skinny jeans, buy the retinol, and drink the bone broth. I don’t even like sardines! (Yet.)

But guess what? Most of us are aging out of being entirely cool (if we ever really were to begin with?) And…what is coolness but relevance?

I, for one, relish this newfound uncoolness, this irrelevance, this cringe.

To me, it welcomes true freedom away from the pressures of youth and ushers in authenticity. It feels how a man in a sweaty bathrobe can feel letting his dog out at 9am on a Saturday. Free.

There’s an understanding that we are duty-bound to act our age, finally, and let ourselves become married, parents, old, irrelevant to the svelte twenty-somethings that set the newest trends on tik tok the way we would post our selfies featuring duckfaces and bad eyeliner.

Finally! We can stop clinging to our hipster youth and start actually being adults instead of anxious losers asking if we are “adulting” correctly.

Irrelevance comes with Irreverence. Irreverence is cringe. Irreverence is cool. Contradiction is truth.

If you are not enjoying your journey on earth and are instead seeking validation from the internet hive mind than you have already lost, my friend. You will always be irrelevant, so why not have a bit of fun while you’re at it?

Relevance is meaningless!

Fear is freedom! Subjugation is liberation! Contradiction is truth! Those are the facts of this world. And you will all surrender to them, you pigs in human clothing!’—Satsuki Kiryuin, Kill La Kill

With love,

JJC