Okay, yes – I’m being overly dramatic. “We’re all young at heart” and all that, but I very recently had a moment when I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I had crossed that nebulous threshold.
I’m not sure about all y’all, but the quickest way to grasp your own mortality is being around kids all the time. Working with high school students, I often get a stark reminder from all the fresh faces I see. Occasionally, the conversations bring this home even more.
This week, a student told me that the person at the front desk suggested that he watch a movie. The foreignness he expressed upon saying the title RUSH HOUR was innocuous at first. However, I quickly realized that this one movie that seemed like such a given for ‘my world’ was something that seemed so distant to him.
Before long, I thought, non-smartphones will probably be my generation’s rotary phones.
Anyone else have a striking first case of a younger generational gap?
DHH: Well, I’m at least a good 10-15 years older than the rest of you Offenders, so I went through the shock Jerome’s experiencing some time ago. Try not to react by buying a midlife-crisis car and prowling college campuses for 20 year-old dates. From my point of view, what’s surprising as you get even older is how the gap with the younger generation actually narrows! For instance, when I was around 40, I might’ve been traumatized by a 25 year-old — let’s call him, I dunno, “Phil” — for whom the music of my youth had become “classic rock.” Fast-forward to today: I’m in my late-50’s. Phil is in his mid-40’s, and his music too has become “Dad rock” (yes, Pearl Jam and NWA are now Dad rock). So these days, I look at Phil and think, “Aaah, we’re basically the same age” (though Phil might strongly disagree). So, um, I dunno, Jerome, does that help? Or make you feel even worse?