I’m sure my “more mature” readers will scoff at this week’s Dustinland, but I think all you Gen Xers and possibly even Gen Yers out there know what I’m talking about. Yup, getting older. For me it’s really the little injuries that make me feel like I’m not a kid anymore. It seems like every time I play sports or run or do anything, there’s always something wrong. Even if it’s not a big deal, there’s some stupid weird little thing that doesn’t feel right. Man, back in the day I was invincible. I used to jump over five barrels in rollerblades (before they were known as “fruit boots”), wreck myself, then get up without so much as a scratch and try it again.
The not caring thing is big too. You know, I do care, I really do, about a lot. I lay in bed stressing out over Peak Oil. You know, so I care. But I care in a different way. I’m just starting to accept things. I just look at the world and, well, how many times can you see people reacting in the same stupid ways before you just give up and say, “Fuck it. People are dumb. We’re doomed. I’m gonna go have me some scotch.”