I honestly have no problem with ageing. Im cool with it. It doesn’t bother me one bit. I do sound a bit like I am trying to convince myself here, but I am not – honestly!
Yesterday I heard an A Level student refer to “my generation” during her interview with Steve Lamac on 6 Music, and it got me thinking – when was the last time I used the phrase “my generation”?
The answer is many, many years ago. Probably when I was a student. I guess it must be something that young people say. Like YOLO or something.
To me the term “my generation” is the feeling that you are part of a movement, in it together and can relate to each others situations.
Most teenagers and young adults are probably still living at home, are students, entering the world of work and experiencing many things for the first time. So their peers can relate to them.
But then, inevitably lives will take different paths, and generally as you get older you tend to get more guarded. You no longer relate to a lot of your peer group. And to the next generation of teens and YA’s, no matter if you are in your mid to late 20’s, 30’s, 40’s, 50’s or 60’s etc, you are just classed as “old” rather than part of something. Or rather part of “my generation”.
Anyways thats enough of my rambling. Who else has The Who stuck in their head now? Or is it just me?
As I said, I couldn’t give a flying one about being older. But recently some age related little moments have made me chuckle and spurred me on to do another little YKYAGOW post!
- A 18 year old asked me if I had heard of MDMA. Because drugs are a new thing, that were not around when I was 18 obviously!
- I was talking to my 21 year old work colleague about music and I told her that I used to go to a little indie nightclub in our town (that closed down circa 2003) back in the day. She replied “oh, my Dad used to go there”. Aaagggghhhh!
- I was in the bank the other day when the over friendly girl behind the counter (who was trying to sell me everything under the sun while I was just trying to pay some money in) said to me “I like your bag. Where did you get it from?” I told her the answer and she replied “thanks, I have been looking for one just like that for my Mum”. Hhrrump! And she was not that much younger than me as she looked like she was in her late twenties. Thanks love!
- I found myself nodding in agreement to quite a few of the things on this Thought Catalog article. Point number 13 explains my new found interest in cycling I guess!