In today’s episode of modern dramatics, we find ourselves in the peculiar world of Jenzir, a young individual who, despite a relative lack of years, has already embraced the intricate woes of matrimony and subsequent divorce. Such feats of life experience packed into a brief timeline might seem impressive, but it’s the layers beneath that peel back the all-too-familiar story of what some might call a “woke” saga.
Jenzir promptly introduces themselves with a resume that reads like a checklist of current social identifiers—ex-Mormon, queer, and a catalog of chronic illnesses that could overwhelm a medical dictionary. It’s a stark reminder of the times we’re in when personal narratives are saturated with labels, each seemingly validating a unique flavor of victimhood. Yet, amongst these layers lies a simple yet startling omission—any accountability for choices that led to their current state. Instead, it seems to be replaced with complaints about children behaving poorly, with the absent father painted as the villain in this serialized drama.
The quintessential hallmark of this tale is the tattoo—a crimson flag waving as the protagonist’s apparent badge of honor for their commitment to individuality, or perhaps a signature from the ‘woke mind virus’ itself. Tattoos might have once heralded great stories or defiance, but here, it’s merely an emblem in a lineup of self-inflicted tribulations. This could quite possibly serve as a lifelong brand indicating that happiness might very well be an elusive companion.
What resonates most is the use of the term “co-parent,” which any self-respecting traditionalist might recognize as modern speak for a fractured family lie. Gone are the father and the mother roles, replaced by attempts to reinvent the familial wheel. A valiant, yet flawed, effort when dissected through the lens of natural order—a concept time and Western civilization have attested to for centuries. Of course, Jenzir’s story misses the point that family structures aren’t mere tools of oppression but foundational bedrocks for societal stability.
The narrative preaches that checking off identity boxes somehow equates to standing on the moral high ground. However, it overlooks the timeless truth that happiness isn’t found in a laundry list of grievances but rather in the simplicity of loving connections formed over a lifetime. Children need their parents—both of them—and society thrives on these bonds. So, as Jenzir and many like them continue their quest for self through the fog of labels and fragmented roles, one wonders if they’ll ever stumble upon the contentment found in the routine joys of family and duty.
In the grand scheme, people drift further from tried and true paths, lured by a cacophony of progressive half-truths. But as history kindly reminds us, such roads are often slippery, the slides peddling deeper into a cacophony of loneliness. Though life pushes forward beyond fleeting moments, it’s these tried and well-worn paths filled with familial love and understanding that provide warmth against the chill of life’s inevitable winters.
