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After close to 28 years of walking the path towards "old", I'm noticing the undeniable truth of aging. Beliefs once held in the naivete of youth, such as "I'll always know what's cool!", "Technology is so easy to master, why are my parents so wary of the new things.", and of course "Why do people listen to the oldies for? They sound horrible!" are cast aside because the reality of life answers those questions for us.
Given the choice between a current Top 40 headache-inducing diddy from Lady GaGa and some classic Pearljam (Yellow Ledbetter anyone?), you and I both know what I would pick within a New York minute. Heck, a choice between me the dry-heave inducing hip-hop'ish cover of a song that, in its original form was atrocious *cough* Blue *cough*, and some Johnny Cash - is no contest.
As for technology, well, case in point, Twitter? Don't need no crazy updates about people's lives. NO ONE IS THAT INTERESTING, at least interesting enough that I need play-by-play, minute-by-minute updates on who, what, where, when they saw/ate/shat/left for work. Twitter ultimately, like Facebook (of which I am guilty of using notwithstanding) provides a sense of self-delusional illusions of grandeur to individual. As if I am that interesting or COOL enough (I'm not, read below) for everyone of my "friends" to give two flying turdwads about my life.
As for cool, well, I think I never was cool nor did I ever believe I was (was there a badge given out certifying coolness back in high school or something...was it during lunch in the cafeteria? Must have missed it as I was usually out at the handball courts), so you can't lose what you never had.
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