2001-11-05 - 9:04 p.m.
I feel like a good belch. I just ate humdrum food at a Blue Hair establishment. I went to see K-PAX with my grandparents and then got suckered into going out to eat. If you'd ever had my grandmother's cooking you would understand what I mean by being suckered. The woman can cook. That sounds very sexist. She has a new pumpkin recipe that I'm going to go and make with her on Wednesday night. Everyone at the office loves when I bake. It's not one sided either, I spend time with them, I give her Longaburger baskets that I buy from my boss as gifts, and I let my grandfather rant on about the evils of the media, Bill Gates, and how kids these days don't get enough love at home. Which would all be very bearable if I didn't care about them so much. But I do, and it's very difficult at times to see them old and frail, and really fragile. I'm sure now I've got the AARP on my case. It makes me afraid to grow old. To have my perfectly acceptable opinions and attitudes seem foreign and strange to the new generation. To not be able to see as well, or hear as well, and to have to take viagra and other drugs. I think it's so frightening now because I have no major accomplishments to celebrate, no milestones to be proud of. No children. I'm still at the stage of my life where I can still fondly rememember the biggest decision was whether or not to puke at the bar or when I got home. Fondly because those days are behind me, and the future seems uncertain. Road to nowhere and all that. Generation X anx that I kind of missed out on thanks to the internet and the high tech boom. Well, that should wrap things up nicely. A lovely meandering essay that goes nowhere is a lovely nightcap for the evening.
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