This is the age
of the half-read page;
The quick hash
and the mad dash.

This is the age
of the bright night
with the nerves tight;
And the plane hop
with a brief stop.

This is the age
of the lamp tan
in a short span.
The brain strain
and the heart pain;
The catnaps till
the spring snaps
and the fun is done.

I know, that sounds kind of cynical. But there's lots of truth in that poem. An article in the magazine, PSYCHOLOGY TODAY, had this to say:

"In the next 12 months, we will consume around 20,000 tons of aspirin...That totals 225 tablets per person, per year, or 2/3 of a tablet per person, per day. If you go by these sales figures alone, it would suggest that most everyone in the United States has a headache most of the time."

I don't know if this generation is any more "uptight" or …