Post by Chris Steffen on Jan 25, 2006 14:05:02 GMT -5
For half of my known life, I've been a teenager (with the assumption that I don't remember anything before I was 5). Seven years. And now... after half of my life... I'm not going to be a teenager anymore.
As of February 2, 2006, I will be 20 years old.
And I'm feeling it. It's a little scary.
No, my back isn't killing me, I haven't broken my pelvis... But I'm seeing more and more that I'm somewhat dated.
For example... Next year's freshmen will have been born in the year 1992.
I was born in the year 1986.
I was born before the internet became what it is today, while the new freshmen won't even remember when there WASN'T an internet. I was born before HTML, shortly after the dawn of the GUI, before Linux, before Netscape Navigator or Internet Explorer, before IRC, before Yahoo, before Google, before Ebay...
I was born in the year of the Sega Master System, the first system Sega introduced to America. I was born a year after the NES was released in America. I was born before the gameboy and the game gear. (Today's freshmen were not however. The gameboy / game gear are older than the new fish!) I was born long before CDs began mainstream use. I was born two years AFTER the "Transformers" line of toys was invented. I own transformers that are older than today's freshmen (if only I can find them).
I was born back when "Alf," "Murder she wrote," "cheers," "Who's the Boss," and "Matlock" were top hits on TV.
I was born before Nirvana put out their first album.
I was born halfway through the Regan presidency. Today's freshmen have only known Bush, Clinton, and Bush.
The list goes on.
I'm feeling a little dated. But honestly, it doesn't bother me much. Looking at today's generation, looking at the people that are being born, the people that are in high school now... I feel I got the better end of the deal. I got good music, good shows, good ideas, good times. The new kids? They got war, shitty music, and corporate control. I feel sorry for you all.
Anywho...
Yeah, I'm feeling a little dated. But not in a bad way. I'm like wine. Better with age. (When I'm 90, a single sip of me will knock you on your ass.)
Strange... I'm considered an adult nowdays. What a mind job.
As of February 2, 2006, I will be 20 years old.
And I'm feeling it. It's a little scary.
No, my back isn't killing me, I haven't broken my pelvis... But I'm seeing more and more that I'm somewhat dated.
For example... Next year's freshmen will have been born in the year 1992.
I was born in the year 1986.
I was born before the internet became what it is today, while the new freshmen won't even remember when there WASN'T an internet. I was born before HTML, shortly after the dawn of the GUI, before Linux, before Netscape Navigator or Internet Explorer, before IRC, before Yahoo, before Google, before Ebay...
I was born in the year of the Sega Master System, the first system Sega introduced to America. I was born a year after the NES was released in America. I was born before the gameboy and the game gear. (Today's freshmen were not however. The gameboy / game gear are older than the new fish!) I was born long before CDs began mainstream use. I was born two years AFTER the "Transformers" line of toys was invented. I own transformers that are older than today's freshmen (if only I can find them).
I was born back when "Alf," "Murder she wrote," "cheers," "Who's the Boss," and "Matlock" were top hits on TV.
I was born before Nirvana put out their first album.
I was born halfway through the Regan presidency. Today's freshmen have only known Bush, Clinton, and Bush.
The list goes on.
I'm feeling a little dated. But honestly, it doesn't bother me much. Looking at today's generation, looking at the people that are being born, the people that are in high school now... I feel I got the better end of the deal. I got good music, good shows, good ideas, good times. The new kids? They got war, shitty music, and corporate control. I feel sorry for you all.
Anywho...
Yeah, I'm feeling a little dated. But not in a bad way. I'm like wine. Better with age. (When I'm 90, a single sip of me will knock you on your ass.)
Strange... I'm considered an adult nowdays. What a mind job.