Today I'm 36 years old. It's not so old, but a lot of changes have come about in my lifetime. I think I'll be an old fuddy duddy today and complain about a few things I miss about the good ol' days:
* Knowing who the crazy people were. Remember when only crazy people walked down the street while talking to people who weren't there? Now, we have the borg. Everyone's crazy!
* Hitch-hikers. I haven't seen one in years. Why? What happened? Did all the hippies buy minivans?
* Real letters, the kind you stumble upon when you clean out your closet. You read a few lines from a friend. Sometimes, they have drawings or poetry.
* The way you used to look at me. Sometimes, I wonder if you still see me at all.
Wait... something happened... where was I?
Having just turned 36 last month, I can relate, but I just have to say that I have never, ever seen a hitch-hiker who looked like that one.
ReplyDeleteI'd hit that!
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday! 36 is a good number.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday! Another Tiger and a fire sign, no wonder I feel like I know you when I read your blogs.
ReplyDeleteAs for the hitch hikers, they're all over the place down here. I guess the weather is more suitable in the south.
I'm really glad there are still hitch-hikers somewhere in America, Christina.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks, Glory von Hather! It does seem fortuitous.
According to music research, you are now in a whole new demographic. 18-35 is the hot demographic that radio stations want to attract. But, now you are 36.
ReplyDeleteI turned 36 some time ago, and I was amazed how overnight I went from listening to hot A/C music to soft rock. Just suddenly couldn't stand the urban stuff.
Let me know when that happens to you, 'k?
I have recently discovered that I like the same music that college students today like. Of course, this makes me feel incredibly hip.
ReplyDeleteWe'll see, though. I might suddenly metamorphasize.