{"id":8209,"date":"2017-01-02T17:53:06","date_gmt":"2017-01-03T00:53:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/?p=8209"},"modified":"2021-01-08T19:41:13","modified_gmt":"2021-01-09T03:41:13","slug":"its-official-i-may-be-old","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/2017\/01\/02\/its-official-i-may-be-old\/","title":{"rendered":"It&#8217;s Official, I may be old"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sitting here in the early morning at work. I overhear things being said by co-workers. I&#8217;ve come to realize that with the 20s crowd I have absolutely no idea what their &#8220;important&#8221; issues mean.<\/p>\n<p>The stuff they think is important is either something I&#8217;d consider totally irrelevant or something that I have no clue about at all.<\/p>\n<p>Have I become so disconnected?<\/p>\n<p>Is this what my &nbsp;grandfather felt like? (No wonder he contented himself with &#8220;You kids, get off my lawn!&#8221;)<\/p>\n<p>The news is all the same, many of the issues are completely alien and increasingly I find myself quoting Rhett Butler.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;<i>Frankly my dear, I don&#8217;t give a damn!<\/i>&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not like I&#8217;m actively pissed off or anything, it&#8217;s just that I have no common ground. I do think that a lot of these people are spoiled little brats and that they could all benefit from a good spanking.<\/p>\n<p>Oops, there is is again. Oldness!<\/p>\n<p>I find myself wondering how we, as a society came to this place.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Some would say it&#8217;s our overly permissive society. Others might say it&#8217;s the lack of discipline in our families, schools, and country. Still others would say it&#8217;s a combination of all of the above and would add that this is some kind of backlash against racist, misogynistic, patriarchal, society.<\/p>\n<p>Although the latter is probably just a boilerplate comment that is tagged at the end of anything that isn&#8217;t right these days.<\/p>\n<p>I like the old Southern way of describing issues with people, &#8220;<i>That child ain&#8217;t right<\/i>&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>In the old South, often a child could be &#8220;Made Right&#8221; with the application of a switch to the behind, and a good dose of hellfire and damnation from the minister&#8217;s pulpit on Sunday morning.<\/p>\n<p>We don&#8217;t do that anymore.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps thoughts like these are further evidence that I&#8217;m old.<\/p>\n<p>When I was much younger than I am today, I had hope and optimism. I thought we as a people and planet were heading toward a future of enlightenment and unprecedented cooperation. I honestly thought that we&#8217;d all learn to live together and that in our unity we&#8217;d achieve amazing things. &nbsp;It wasn&#8217;t beyond the realm of possibility back then, that by <i><b>now<\/b><\/i> we&#8217;d already have colonies on the moon and Mars. Nothing we could imagine was beyond our reach.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>When the Berlin Wall fell, I personally saw it as a bit of proof that the old paradigms were coming to an end and that we might have world peace, and prosperity would naturally come to all of us because we&#8217;d harness the collective intelligence and will of everyone on our planet.<\/p>\n<p>I was naive and overly optimistic.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t factor into my calculations that humans aren&#8217;t always able to look at the big picture. I was optimistic because I was at the cutting edge of technology. I saw our increased connectedness as a means to unite us all and make sure that we all advanced into a bright shiny future.<\/p>\n<p>I laugh at my naivety now. Once again I failed to recognize that the lowest common denominator is more often the dominant force in our world.<\/p>\n<p>I guess Some Things NEVER change.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sitting here in the early morning at work. I overhear things being said by co-workers. I&#8217;ve come to realize that with the 20s crowd I have absolutely no idea what their &#8220;important&#8221; issues mean. The stuff they think is important is either something I&#8217;d consider totally irrelevant or something that I have no clue about &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/2017\/01\/02\/its-official-i-may-be-old\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;It&#8217;s Official, I may be old&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8209","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8209","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8209"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8209\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8424,"href":"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8209\/revisions\/8424"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8209"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8209"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8209"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}