I think, therefore I harm
A recent poll showed a decrease in interest of the young people regarding the question of Québec’s sovereignty, a group which was historically in majority in favor for such a split. In the context, the young people were described as being 18-35 years old. According to this, I have just turned old.
This week, I turned 36. I’m old. Well I don’t have gray hair, nor any excess hair in places I didn’t before. However, I recently disconnected my TV because there was nothing good anymore. I know none of the songs on the top-10, and can’t barely name any popular artist, other than Justin Bieber and… well… I was never much a card or board game player, but I’d rather play poker than get anywhere with too much noise or people. I drink just a couple of beers and regret it in the morning.
I remember the time when I thought of a 30-something as an old person, someone who didn’t know how to have fun, someone who had nothing to talk about but money and politics. I thought I would never change, I wouldn’t age like that. That’s where I am now, in that age group I once thought as old.
Back in the days, I had a lot of projects and a lot of time, but no motivation. Now I still have a lot of projects, some motivation, but no time at all.
I am not young anymore, but according to several unofficial sources, I’m not yet middle aged. Some dictionaries and organizations describe middle age as 40 to 60, others from 45 to 65. The US Census includes everyone from 35 to 54. Apparently, there is no consensus regarding what age is middle age. Where am I?
Policemen and teachers look so young now. Pregnant women look too young to bear a baby. Even politicians don’t look as old as they did.
I remember the arrival of Japanese subcompact cars and the two-point seat belts in the back seats. I remember when the Pentium was a novelty, and recently laughed at a joke concerning its floating-point flaw. I saw Back to the Future at the drive-in. I used 8-track tapes, vinyl discs, cassettes and CDs. I remember how the walkman would play slower as the non-rechargeable batteries became weak, and how the discman wasn’t actually a portable device, and how you could rewind a cassette with a pencil. I remember diskettes when one megabyte was still a huge storage size. I remember when video games were challenging and you only had three lives. I remember when cartoons were funny and always ended with a moral. I saw the Challenger explosion live on TV. I remember phones with a cord, and even what it was like to dial a number before the touch-tone. I remember when people only had to tell you the last four digits of their phone numbers, and when we actually memorized phone numbers. I remember when my pager made me worthy of respect. I used phonebooks, TV guides and folded road maps.
How old are you?