I feel like I am getting old, approaching the “I’m not cool anymore” phase. The reason I think so is that I see all the teenagers around me, battling with all the normal teenage things…relationships, school, parents, rebellion and the eternal quest to be accepted, and if that doesn’t work, they get all angst-y and try to be different. I been through all this stuff, did the whole rebellion thing, waded through the “hormone years”…I think I’m actually done now. I don’t agree with the fickleness and impulsiveness of youth anymore. I cannot sit and say “Oh yeah, I know..hate authority this and buck the system that”, because I just don’t feel that way anymore.
I’m still young enough that much younger people come to me with their problems, and knowing that I am about to jump into that black abyss of “Oh, she’s old…she wouldn’t understand” I feel almost a frantic need to advise, to warn them, to tell them something that will give them a startling revelation of the future, but I can’t. I just give them some little worthless snippet and go back to typing my blog.
I get a little annoyed by the endless repeats of the little dramas that dictate life before the age of 20 (18 for some). Mostly I just laugh and shake my head, knowing that they will laugh and shake their heads at the next generation of newbies who plunge headlong into life with no thought for the future. With the exception of a select few, most will learn and grow up to be good people (hopefully), so I will let nature run it’s course.
I think I will hit yuppie-dom sooner than most, given my conservative views and my love of security and a peaceful lifestyle. By age 25, I will be 30, and by 30 I will be 50. I think I will die at the age of 50, and get it over with. I’ll be middle aged in a couple years anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.
Well, back to growing older.
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