Being the Youngest

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“2.0” Imagine that you’ve made it in this world you’re a superstar, a hockey player, or even a world renounced comedian. You’re successful. So successful that you smell like money, you taste like gold, and you glimmer with victory. Now imagine how you got there. Being the youngest of two couldn’t have been easy. I know it’s not easy. This is where I am. But being the youngest isn’t a horrible life choice either. I rarely get in trouble, there’s never a shortage of “new” clothes, and you become very spoiled. The only concept that isn’t appeasing about being the youngest is that I’m the second generation. I am son 2.0. My brother was the test subject and I’m the outcome – the perfected one. Along with the perfection is the pressure. The pressure of living up to the oldest in sports, overachieving him in school and overall being the trophy son. The problem I have with being perfect is the lack of attention. In the 80’s a man named W. Edwards Deming went to the Japanese with a new method of the assembly line. If there is an issue in the line everything stops to address it. In the United States of America there is no stopping, the line continues. That is the difference between the oldest son and the youngest. Parents stop and help the oldest when they feel the need to, they have the time. But the youngest doesn’t require that kind of attention, their parents no longer have the time. What is the outcome? The outcome is a pressure son with an 87 average and just enough time for a social life. Almost no time for family. Time isn’t the only factor though. I believe there are many reasons for these flaws. Maybe because they’re always out of town. Or maybe it’s because the only subject of conversation is school. Or maybe it’s because of all the daycare centres. Or maybe it’s a combination of everything. But the main factor is not the lack of time or attention; it is
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