I am not afraid to say that I am disappointed in the generation I belong to, nor am I refusing to admit that I am embarrassed to even be associated with the 21st century. I despise the fact that I was born into an era that is obsessed with social media, "#relationshipgoals" and Photoshopped women.

I wish I could click my heels three times while repeating "there is no place like home," and end up in the mid-1900s, where there was no such thing as cell phones, "thirsty Thursdays" or filters that make you resemble a piece of toast.

We live in a world where if you do not look like you belong on the cover of GQ every second of the day, then you are inadequate. The last time I checked, women do not wake up instantly looking like Beyoncé and men do not wake up looking like Channing Tatum. Unfortunately, society has created an unrealistic portrayal of what beauty looks like, especially in the 2000s. Women are encouraged to nip and tuck every flaw on their bodies, so they can look like a human barbie. And, on top of that, it is getting to the point where degrading yourself and exposing your "goods" to the United States is worth being glamorized. Sadly, "plain Jane" has become played out. Everyone is so eager to fit in with one another and refuse to stand apart from the crowd.

I do not belong here. I desperately need to find a time machine.

Let us not forget, if you say one wrong thing on Facebook, Twitter or any other social media platform, you are dead meat. You will be attacked left and right by complete strangers, just because you prefer flats over drums. Ridiculous, right? We are not allowed to have an opinion anymore, because, as of 2016, there is no such thing as having your own personal viewpoint. You either get with the program, or you are shunned from the rest of humanity.

In today's world, everything is made for the sake of convenience. But, what about originality? What was ever wrong with owning a VCR? Of course, it was a pain waiting for those tapes to rewind, but I, for one, still have every VHS from my childhood, from "The Lion King" to "Good Burger." Children growing up in this generation have cell phones and Kik accounts, while I would have been satisfied with an Easy-Bake Oven and a game of Tiddlywinks.

I wish I could trade places with my mother. Luckily for her, she did not have to deal with the pressures of online bullying or Internet trolls, simply because social media did not exist. I must admit, I feel bad that she did not have Netflix to keep her entertained, but that is the only advantage that I believe the 21st century has over the mid-1900s. Yes, we also have technology and knowledge that the older folks did not have, too - but at least they were humans. It is almost as if we are all expected to mimic one another. Originality no longer exists.

Unfortunately, the generation I live in is solely worried about partying, when that new pair of Jordans will be released (no offense, Michael) and the 10 for $35 panties sale at Victoria's Secret. This is confirmation for me that I belong to the 1950s, where I would be accepted for reading, listening to records or playing board games, not mocked.

I have my shoulder pads, and my copy of "Charlotte's Web." I am ready to head to the era where I belong.