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.
that part was meant as a joke about old farts always saying the next generation is worse than their own.
Tbh, no single generation is free of assholes, nor is any free of good people. That’s because people are assholes for the most part, and every generation has people that aren’t :)
But, yeah, the amount of energy pumped into very niche things seems to be unusually high for kids currently. It never ceases to make me happy though.
They’re welcome to it, they deserve some passion in life.
I remember caring like hell about the earth, even trying to do things, that was considered about as threatening as the trans movement is to the same people now.
I fucking love millenials, they were so perfectly curious and interested, they learned things. There might have been millennial assholes, but I respected them because they seemed to be assholes because they cared and were idealistic, which is a perfectly reasonable way to be an asshole to me.
Well, no promises. 51 could be the top of the hill everyone says you get over, I dunno yet ;)
No bullshit though, even with the bad things that I went through in my late thirties and early forties, the age part of my forties was awesome. It’s this wonderful balance of being automatically assumed to be a grown ass adult in any given situation until you prove otherwise, but also being allowed to indulge in hobbies without attention.
And, for me, that’s when I hit peak confidence and self awareness.
But, I’m enjoying the hell out of fifty so far. It’s like I hit a half century, and a lot of the bullshit of the world doesn’t bother me as much. Something comes up, and my first thought is “well, after a half century of this kind of bullshit, this is nothing”. It’s like magic lol.
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.
that part was meant as a joke about old farts always saying the next generation is worse than their own.
Tbh, no single generation is free of assholes, nor is any free of good people. That’s because people are assholes for the most part, and every generation has people that aren’t :)
But, yeah, the amount of energy pumped into very niche things seems to be unusually high for kids currently. It never ceases to make me happy though.
“My generation will put it right” Land of Confusion, Genesis.
Yeah, right😒
They’re welcome to it, they deserve some passion in life.
I remember caring like hell about the earth, even trying to do things, that was considered about as threatening as the trans movement is to the same people now.
I fucking love millenials, they were so perfectly curious and interested, they learned things. There might have been millennial assholes, but I respected them because they seemed to be assholes because they cared and were idealistic, which is a perfectly reasonable way to be an asshole to me.
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.
Well, no promises. 51 could be the top of the hill everyone says you get over, I dunno yet ;)
No bullshit though, even with the bad things that I went through in my late thirties and early forties, the age part of my forties was awesome. It’s this wonderful balance of being automatically assumed to be a grown ass adult in any given situation until you prove otherwise, but also being allowed to indulge in hobbies without attention.
And, for me, that’s when I hit peak confidence and self awareness.
But, I’m enjoying the hell out of fifty so far. It’s like I hit a half century, and a lot of the bullshit of the world doesn’t bother me as much. Something comes up, and my first thought is “well, after a half century of this kind of bullshit, this is nothing”. It’s like magic lol.
I’ve got all of that already. I’m mainly concerned that I’m not even close to a relationship and kids D:
Not everyone has to have them.