I was born in '98, so I have at least an early gen z experience to go off of, and I'll try to organize my thoughts (but sorry if I do a shit job)
At this point I think that protests have less value than ice in Antarctica. I was made to learn about the civil rights protest era (probably the last time protests worked, honestly) in a way that suggests to me that those sorts of protests and voting were being implanted as the only way to effect change. That's not really accomplished anything in my lifetime, aside from the election of Trump and while I have some thoughts there, they aren't especially relevant here. The tea party was the last protest that could have had effect, but all the powers that be realized just how much the rest of the population couldn't stand them and that the rest of the population was starting to... Organize is the wrong word, so maybe align is better... Against them. Obviously, this couldn't be allowed because it might reduce the number of zeros at the end of their checks for their bullshit "jobs". So, they did what tyrants always do and turned everyone against each other. The effects are pretty self evident. So I was in middle school when protests became absolutely pointless because either they were a wedge used against the people, or if people were actually working together some agitator or other would show up and light the powder keg. Government and corpos (not really sure what the difference is anymore if I'm honest) got to do whatever they wanted, and their more vocal opponents were taken off the board or turned against each other. So protesting does fuck all. Lovely. While I was in school, it seemed like the place was designed to go out of its way to destroy your soul. Few of my teachers were competent, fewer were people id want to interact with now, and my classmates ran the gamut from bored prisoners to school-ordered drugged out lobotomites thanks to their inconvenient inability to sit perfectly still for however many hours as teenagers, to actual criminals who sold drugs, got into fights constantly, sexually assaulted people, and any other thing you can think of. And you can't forget the Quisling narcs who would enforce the school's bullshit harder than the school ever would. (If anyone actually wonders how widespread the buffalo public schools problem is, it's everywhere. If you don't believe me, you're willfully blind). Want to do something? Go protest or sign a petition, both of which will be ignored because fuck you.
While this was occurring, we also got both the unending enshittification of everything, thanks to a bunch of soulless machines and early AI. Features that we liked disappeared, recipes changed, whimsy was systematically dragged into camps and murdered in batch lots. Remember that really specific vibe of a mall in 2008? How about an old bowling alley in 2012? Movie theater before then? It was fun, bright, and even though it was kind of gross, it was a specifically welcoming kind of mess. Now McDonald's looks like your receipt will have a suicide note when you scan the little code to leave a review, malls may as well be a station in Metro 2033, and everything tastes the same wherever you go.
Color in the world is gone, and has been disappearing as I've aged. I was in a college town for the first 6 years of my life, and it was such a good place to be, even if I couldn't join in on most of the fun. I work for a different university now, and there's so little of the energy left. The parking lot outside my office window has one car that isn't grey scale, and it's such a drab red that you'd think it was trying to avoid being red. Every building I can see is a concrete, glass, and sheet metal abomination of a structure, and on a rainy day I can't tell where the sky ends and the skyline begins.
Why would I bother to expend any effort to save this? Why should I do anything other than make my life as colorful and pleasant as I can while I wait for everything to collapse? As an engineer I recognize the system's growing instability, as an observer and enjoyer of the beauty of the natural world I recognize that we are in a dead forest waiting to be cleaned and fertilized by a grand conflagration. I just want a nice seat to kick back, enjoy a drink, and roast marshmallows on the burning remnants of this age