Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Generation Gapped!

I have always had a ten-year generation gap with anyone who is two years younger than I am.
I am not a grammar Nazi but their language and usage confounds me.

Their topics all seem Greek, Latin & Mandarin.

I don't understand the music they listen to...I'm still stuck to the same music that I liked ten years ago because it is safe and familiar, while venturing into new music (is it music?) feels like rushing into a dark alley in sin city.
 Video might have killed the radio star, but reality shows definitely killed the music videos.
Whatever happened to all the music channels?

I never knew it was cool to be a loser...apparently kids these days think its ok to display infinite amounts of stupidity.(Not that we were any smarter-but we hid our stupidity much better  and we still do)

They always seem to be two steps ahead of me...or behind, if that is the "In Thing" with them.
You know, that is another thing that bothers me...things that are in or out, or things that were like five minutes ago, or soooo like yesterday.
I guess that makes me...soooo like day before yesterday.

Anyone three years younger than me-a KID!

That's how I see them, and that’s how I’m going to treat them-like a juvenile-post-pubescent-hormone crazed-delinquent.
Which was why I was lucky enough to find a wife whose age was not an issue...I had the good luck of finding a girl who was just within the two year limit...someone who had faced life as an adult-but more importantly someone who could treat me like her baby.
Yep! With her, I get to be the kid, cuz she is the more mature one.
Ga ga goo goo baby!

Once upon a time,
I was full of vitriol
and bile,
but now on antacids
for quite some while,
but the row of teeth that you see
is not from a grin or a smile
its grit and determination
and just a pinch of guile



I usually don't open my mouth while people are being stupid...they think I'm trying to compete and outdo them .

6 comments:

  1. i handle compliments awfully - with a pinch of embarrassment and a truckload of fear. any praise certainly has to be a disguise of some impending catastrophe. i am always doubtful of expressed happiness - it's only the quiet, unassuming ones that i trust.

    that said, i highly appreciate people who take time and tremendous amount of kindness to elevate me from my stupidity. that random subway stranger who passes me the note "your fly is open!". that whisper in the party: "you've got parsley between your teeth" or that outraged office clerk who sees me fumble through the tabs bars and yells "it's Alt+F8!!!" anyone who is attempting to make me better - I owe them big time. these days, people confuse "be yourself" as a right to be stupid. must move forward. stronger, faster, better, smarter.

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  2. i'm displaced from my own generation. growing up, i vacillated between the younger ones, the older ones and the dead.

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  3. That is how I feel too...anachronistic.

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