GenXers we've gotten old. Those flannel
clad, MTV Real World watching, AOL dial up days are long ago sweet
memories. Lord knows I had my fair share of grungy fun on Ponce, in
the chat rooms, in the alleys of Louisville and watching nothing
happen during Y2K from a loft in Castleberry Hill. Our generation's
blip in the cultural limelight has passed and I am not certain we did
much with it. I hope we enjoyed it.
Has your life gone as you thought it
might when you tossed your cap into the air at graduation? Nah,
neither has mine and that's a good thing. Detours down the back roads
of adulthood and diversions of the heart lay waste to our best and
worst plans. Predictability is boring and tonic for the
unimaginative.
I have sympathy for anyone under 40.
You really did miss something special. I think GenX was fortunate to
see the best period in modern America during the 70s, 80s and 90s. I
am not swilling the nectar of nostalgia either, I sincerely believe
that. Our good fortune seems to have made us into this reticent
generation sandwiched between the Boomers and the Millennials. We are
playing Atari trying to ignore a “stupid and contagious”
generational feud.
Statues are falling, Winston Smith is
working overtime at the Ministry of Truth, global pandemics are
imported like cheap sneakers and we've got our heads down hoping that
this too shall pass. It is like living in an episode of All In The
Family and I cannot figure who is in the role of Archie Bunker, but
he probably knows how to use every Instagram filter on his food pics.
If you youngins don't know Archie Bunker, I'm sure Siri can fill you
in.
Seriously though, I have met a few GenX
cranks and man they are tedious.
Okay, I'm done riffing, back to
Pitfall. I'm attempting to swing across those snapping crocodiles.
Wish me luck!