Are We The Most Melodramatic Generation?

I am 525% sure that my mother has never uttered the words "I literally hate everyone".

Maybe, at one point, she found herself disparaged by the state of humanity — sad about a series of encounters — burdened by the unbelievable idiocy of those around her.

But I can guarantee that to verbally state the words "I literally hate everyone" out loud has never crossed her mind.

And yet, on average, I would say that these words are spewed from my mouth roughly 5-50 times a day.

[[[Usually while talking to my mom.]]]

"I literally hate everyone" is followed closely by "I want do die", which is followed by claims that an individual is "the worst" and (if I'm feeling particularly basic) a well-timed "I can't" to put the icing on the proverbial self-pity cake.

IN SUM: My linguistic repertoire has become disparagingly infiltrated by melodrama to the highest degree.

So what's the deal? Why am I so negatively hyperbolic?

Sure, I'm busy, I'm tired, I live in a bunked bed in a crappy E. village apartment which I don't make enough to pay for, I don't remember what warm food tastes like, and I've gained roughly 40 lbs due to stress eating & drinking rendering 95% of my clothes unwearable — the remaining 5% leaving me looking like I'm perpetually wearing pajamas and blankets — but PLEASE.

I am not dying (knock on Ikea wood), I am not working in a factory, I am not cleaning up after inmates, or starving in a 3rd world country, or dealing with the stress of my transgendered father appearing on the cover of a global magazine.

So is there really any excuse for the overwhelming degree of misanthropy?

And why is it so common amongst our generation?

Has the preponderance of self-indulgent misery propound on the internet ("To all the haters out there....") lured us into a sense of complacency with our own discontentness?

Or, opposingly, have the overwhelming achievements we now see in others' lives made us think that much worse of our own?