Generation Y - also known as the millennials. We are the college students, the fresh-outta-high-school-graduates, and the full-time entry level employees. We are also some of the most caring people you will ever meet; that is when it comes to ourselves. Our fingers have been trained to scroll through our phones while we sit across the dinner table from those who we say we love. Our minds have been naturally set to crave acceptance and attention. Panic ensues when our Instagram photo receives fewer likes than usual. Fear sets in when our Snapchat selfie is left on read and never presented with a reply. We complain about education, employment, family, friends, the weather, money, and anything else that might contribute to our little bubble called life.

In a world that is home to over 7.4 billion people, Generation Y cares for one and one only: themselves.

Why is this so? Why are we the generation that makes others groan? What has made us this way?

We the millennials were born into a new America. Internet access was beginning to bloom. Cars looked sleeker and smooth. The basic necessities of life were overly abundant. There was no Great Depression to make us fear what we would eat for breakfast the next day. No, instead we only have to worry about running out of data every month. We fall asleep at night, our phones right beside us, with little care in the world other than our own happiness. Anything we could ever need or want is at fingertip access, and yet, somehow, we are still needy, unhappy, and lazy.

The ease of life we were born into has made us weak. Living in the United States is an incredible blessing that we have learned to take for granted. Fast food companies are some of the few who will hire us left and right. The rest, well, they're simply afraid to have us be a part of their team. I'm not going to lie, we don't make the greatest name for ourselves. We complain when we have to work on a Sunday instead of being able to lay on the couch drinking beer and watching football on our DirectTV Sunday Ticket premium package. We sit at stop lights and scroll through Twitter because we can't just sit for two minutes and do nothing. We document our daily activities, moods, emotions, feelings, events, milestones - literally everything - on the Internet. We complain because our parents' wifi is sub-par and doesn't satisfy our need to binge-watch Netflix on the rare weekends that we visit home.

Our life is all about us. What will I be doing Friday night. What filter looks best on MY picture. How many friends do I have. What food makes ME appear unattractive. Who pays ME the most money. Who is worth MY time. How much time to MYSELF do I get. Is MY style up to date with what the people around ME are wearing. How successful is MY future going to be.

Me. Myself. I.

We are setting the standards for generations to come. I don't have any brilliant suggestions for change; I'm just as guilty of the self-centered Generation Y stereotype as anyone else.

But think about it for a second, maybe even while you're sitting at that red light with nothing to do. Just who are we and who have we become???