Through email and social networks, Lee Harrison and I, for example, admit how alienated we felt in a world in which everyone else seemed to have a playbook. Of course, now we are finding out that the majority of what was going to be the Class of 1967 felt apart from, less than, and not pretty. Seton Hill had been an all-women's college.
But unlike the late Adam Lanza and now Nehemiah Griego, we didn't have any template or access to firearms to hurt others. The worst effects of our dark side, so active in teenage years, included ducking the pain through overeating, oversleeping, and not struggling to find our professional passion. Me? I write off those four years of emotional agony as simply being stuck. I didn't discover writing as a career path until the mid 1970s.
Today, the media indirectly inform youth that they could gain an audience to view their pain if they gun down family et al. Also, firearms are easily available. The latest instance of that now-familiar pattern that the media, including NEW YORK Magazine, report is teenager Nehemiah Griego. Allegedly he massacred five people in their home, one of who might be his father.
Back in 1963, confused or even mentally ill Griego would probably have been simply miserable and eventually found a way out, without ruining his own life and destroying those of others. Through social networks like Facebook and Twitter we from the Seton Hill freshman class of 1963 are finding out that we did end up centered solid citizens. Some of us remain too fat, too depressed, and too self-defeating but we are here, intact, to tell the tale and to leverage that insight for growth. The memory of growing up and out of emotional and spiritual turmoil has been the meme of my blogging since 2005.