The Millennial and the tiny home, a match made in slacker heaven.
Millennials love tiny homes, because they have only freshman dorms and their parents’ basement from which to gauge their standard of living. The Millennial would have you believe he seeks adventure, is a minimalist, and actually prefers living crammed into a converted storage container.
Members of the worst generation take what they can get, riding the line between homelessness and run of the mill delinquency. The tiny home is the perfect compromise. You still get to have a roof over your head, but you don’t have to take on the responsibility of a mortgage.
Tiny homes are glorified tents, made for one person use during short excursions. They are not made for daily living. These underachievers present themselves as nomadic renegades. Cool like Kerouac, instead of telling the darker truth. They’ve dropped out of society and life, given up on any memory of their dreams, and spiraled into an existential depression. They will not reproduce, and they will die alone.
The tiny home serves as a metaphor for a casket, and isolation. A self imposed prison for loathing. Acceptance of mediocrity. It is a symbol of and for the Millennial, and of their life hack shortcut philosophy. Millennials see tiny homes as the best they could ever get, and settle quickly due to lack of gumption. Once a Millennial has settled in, he festers until forcibly evicted. The tiny home is a one time buy, removing the need for the Millennial to constantly relocate after burning all available bridges. The highest aim for any member of the worst generation, is to get to the point where they don’t have to work. Buy a tiny home, draw unemployment, and receive food stamps. No work required. And that folks, is the real reason Millennials love tiny homes.