Hookup Culture

Lately, I have found my generation the victim of a calendar made of parties, Where the
scene is always set the same of mingling, and smiling and casual flirting. But a collective 
libido no one seems to be able to tame.Smoking up and getting down that’s just the one 
thing on everybody’s mind and it’s going to town

George Patton Jr once said that, “If Everybody Is Thinking Alike,Then Somebody 
Isn’t Thinking ”
So i stand there surrounded by bleating sheep with bleeding hearts waiting to be 
rounded up in to a herd mentality, somewhat confused, thoroughly amused. Because 
in the thirst of Pro Creation via Co-Creation this drunken mashing of mouths, of fingers 
fumbling against unfamiliar waistbands slipping into the pants of “Bro which party, I 
don’t remember her name ? ”

This evening where hooking up is the norm and your unwillingness to participate in a 
shame. Night after Night, Party after Party, Different faces on a weekend basis. Not 
realising that the bust sizes and the blowjobs aren’t the most accurate measures of 
Proximity.

But hey, I’m only entitled to an opinion If you have mastered the art of separating your 
emotional need from your physical want, If this foray into the unknown is how you daunt, 
I have no mind to stop you-then why is it that I am prude, a snob, uptight or a bore.

If I make the choice to not to stick my tongue down a stranger’s throat ? Because 
while love may be a relative phenomenon, hooking up has been crafted to be the 
more relatable one. And I’m left feeling sorry, for the generation that has forgotten 
What’s it to hold a hand and feel a heartbeat or just talk into hours of the night, A 
generation that has forgotten what a powerful narrative love can be. Believing that 
their complexly  worked out characters are not worthy of their own prose. And when 
they said that they took a flower, they most definitely did not mean a rose

So until they can remember, till we remember, they will continue to collect people 
like trophies
Conquer bodies and mark territories on neck and shoulder in a deep, dark red. 
Each significant of a school of thought that I don’t believe in and refuse to indulge 
in. Because if this country really in a melting pot of cultures, the Hookup Culture 
is the newest one on the list.
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