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When Millennials Cry “Don’t Judge Me” They’re Secretly Hoping You Will

When Millennials Cry “Don’t Judge Me” They’re Secretly Hoping You Will

Messages about individuality have hit today’s youth nonstop from all directions. We are constantly reminded that we are perfect just the way we are, we have to be our own brand, and to never surrender our personal identity.

No wonder our young workers arrive in the workplace thinking, “This is how I choose to look and the way I choose express myself. I shouldn’t have to change for the sake of a job. So hey, boss! Accept me for who and what I am!”


The message: “I have to make this look uniquely mine or I’ll lose me and become you.”

As millions of Gen Y’s and Z’s seek ways to prove the uniqueness, we expect the world around us to look on with an approving eye. And when we fall short of that in anyone else’s eyes, our obnoxious mantra becomes “Don’t judge me.”

What we really saying, or silently shouting at the top of our lungs is, “Judge me favorably. Judge me to be a hip, cool, one-of-a-kind individual. And if you can’t judge me in a positive and accepting light, then dammit, don’t judge me at all!”

In reality, to be judged is exactly what we want from our manager, customers, and especially our peers. But we want the verdict to be 100% positive 100% of the time.

So while we are busy shaping our outer selves with piercings, stretched body gauging, tattoos, and outrageous clothing, we are also promoting the idea that what really matters is what’s on the inside.

At the end I know, I am being judged with whomsoever I am connected with, so the tag "DON'T JUDGE ME" doesn't go along but the question is It Matters or Not.

And the day IT WON'T, Believe you will be a Different person than before.

Comments

  1. You put down words that are justttt 💯💯💯. Keep the good work going gurll❤️

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  2. The whole blog hit me like 💯! Loved it! 👌

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  3. Wow 👏🏻👏🏻 appreciable!!
    Great thought jotted down very nicely Aas.
    Keep going! :)

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  4. Such complicated feelings written so simply.. nice one.

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  5. The question is the amount of control you give someone that their "judgement" effects you.
    If not then well we are who we are.
    Quite different post. Kuddos 🤘

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