Man, I’m 17 years older than you. It ain’t that different.
You know, other than the aching joints, the gray hairs sprouting, having a strange urge to yell at anyone that steps on your grass (even if you don’t have grass), and a growing certainty that the newest generation are inherently crazy.
I’m not far behind you, I don’t think the younger generation are crazy at all.
When we were young we wanted shit the Olds considered mad, it was actually worse during the cold War, there were things you couldn’t talk about.
Boomers were epic assholes though, and dumb as fuck, so maybe that biases me, the Youngs just seem adorable in their unbelievable passion for shit that vague barely seems to matter. Everybody needs a hobby.
Man, I’m 17 years older than you. It ain’t that different.
You know, other than the aching joints, the gray hairs sprouting, having a strange urge to yell at anyone that steps on your grass (even if you don’t have grass), and a growing certainty that the newest generation are inherently crazy.
But other than that, it’s exactly the same as 33.
I’m not far behind you, I don’t think the younger generation are crazy at all.
When we were young we wanted shit the Olds considered mad, it was actually worse during the cold War, there were things you couldn’t talk about.
Boomers were epic assholes though, and dumb as fuck, so maybe that biases me, the Youngs just seem adorable in their unbelievable passion for shit that vague barely seems to matter. Everybody needs a hobby.
Good to hear that the early 40s are not that bad. I’m 31 now and that ensures me I have at least 20 more good years.
I’ve got all of that already. I’m mainly concerned that I’m not even close to a relationship and kids D: