I'm in my early thirties. I read that qualifies as being an adult. I'm not totally convinced in my case but science is science. As I've gotten older I've consistently felt as if my age has not correlated with my maturity. I don't mean that as people probably expect. Full and fair disclosure: I still find it funny when someone farts in public and giggle when my change includes 69 cents. I text words that double as dirty to my best friend like manhole or pea pod. And I still pretend Santa comes even though I know he's real. But I digress. The longer time passes the more I realize I don't know. All that crap I learned in high school about mitosis or prime numbers has all but evaporated. But I did learn other important stuff. Like who I can count on. Especially when things are tough. Or that sometimes it's more important to be civil than to be right. As I meander though this big old world I know that when I see someone who is like fifty that's an adult. When I see someone my age I see someone who is a larger grayer high school kid. We're fake adults. Even the ones of us who have kids. The grown ups have it together. The fake ones see Star Wars at midnight on Thursday even though we have work in the morning. It's a lot more fun being a fake adult. Having the bills and the stress and the craziness but also mixing in the fun of youth that we don't seem to want to let go of. And why should we? Arrested development? Screw that! Try self preservation. Are we a little soft? Maybe. Do we care a little too much about stuff and not enough about others? Probably. Is it annoying to ask and then answer your own questions especially in blog form? Absolutely. But I do this for our own good. In the background as I write this my background noise is an episode of ALF. why? Because I loved it when I was 8. So goddamit I will watch it now. It's comforting. It's not holding me back it's giving me a sense of calm. He's from Melmac. He eats cats. He's got a nose shaped like a "banana". And he's a reminder or when I was innocent and New and ready to charge the world. Now all I charge is an iPhone or my capital one card when I'm getting gas. These real adults I see all over seem so on edge. But still they seem so confident. Like the chaos drives them. That is something I wish I could relate to. Instead I feel overwhelmed by something like my headlights going out. I still call my dad when that happens even though his car knowledge is at best minimal. It'll end up that I take the car to his house park out front and he and I work through it together. He speculates and tries while I plot and plan. But in the end we work it through together. So much is written about millennials. How we're lazy and don't want to work hard. How we make excuses. I think we get a bad rap, yo. I'll go into the finer points next time but I think there is something to be said for generation x,y the boomers and the 80's kids to all get along. Because one day dinosaurs will comeback and when they do we'll need each other. And if you rewatch Jurassic Park you'll know how to be ready.
"There will be days when you are defeated by your laces and the looks of people are all condescending....there's more than one way out and if at the end of the day you're at the end of your rope, never give up hope. A new day will follow there's always tomorrow." -Andy Karl You're in bed and it's a new day. What kind of day is it? Perhaps one of: Those days when you're sitting in your room and you see the sun shining brightly, the birds making their "it's spring guys" noises and the kids in your neighborhood outside (remember that) playing on bikes and shooting hoops and it all just annoys the ever loving shit out of you. Those days when you don't have to work but you're still up at the crack of dawn ready to conquer nothing and just embrace the silence of a day when you kind of feel in control but know that there's something around the corner waiting to shit on your head. Those days when you have ten unread texts on ...
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