…They Really Don’t

I’m not sharing this on Facebook, mainly because I don’t get any feed back on it. My friends, most of them, the vast majority; are kids (turned) adults that I knew or know and adults that I now know. It’s not that they don’t care, I hope; it’s just not something to get excited about.

Honestly it might be my fault (I’m trying to get better), I’ve said some dumb shit on Facebook. You know those posts that you see from your old aunt acting like she is hip or the posts from your extended family telling you how opposite their religious and political views are from yours. I probably seem like that guy to other people.

I’m mainly posting it here, because I can say more shit and people have a much higher chance of reading it, which I understand; I do it too, now that I think about it. People on Facebook are afraid of reading more than 20 words.

I think I know what my dad was talking about now. When you’re a kid you think your childhood was terrible, but looking back on it now I had a great childhood. Of course my mom thought that I’d fall on a rock and the universe would be destroyed. I had a good childhood, I can’t really say it was that great socially until I moved to Washington State in 1998, but it was good nonetheless.

My son is 17 years old, he graduates this year (2021); which is fucking weird to me.

I was thinking about it, I don’t know if I’m weird and I’m one of few people whom think this way or if a lot of people do but just don’t talk about it. Even if you’re 34 years old and you do not have a kid I still don’t know if you think this way.

“You don’t understand how young you actually were until your kid is just old as you were.“

Granted that is 17 words, however all that shit up there, you read it because you’re fucking cool, man.

I probably messed up on grammar somewhere, but that’s okay because I’m from the country. If you don’t understand this reference, I’m just trying out my new round of dad jokes.

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My father has always told me that I would remember high school like it was yesterday. I was too young to know what he meant. I was still in high school. I understood what he was saying, but I didn’t really understand.

I guess you can say I had a great time in high school, and I think the biggest reasoning behind that would be that I was heavily bullied in school as a kid. The move to Washington State along with the knowledge that I had developed from said life experience totally changed my mindset from a boy crying about how he was going to move away from everyone he knew into a boy who was thinking about the idea of being able to be someone new based on the idea that no one knew who I was.

I’m turning 37 years old now, in like 11 days. I remember being at my dad’s over the hill party thinking that my dad was fucking old. He really wasn’t.

Tonight I started watching the Chappelle Show on Netflix. Started with season 1. As I’m sitting there watching it I noticed the SDTV quality and the 4:3 format on the 16:9 ratio 32″ computer monitor, early birthday present by the way. I can’t really say that I’m mad that Cyberpunk 2077 was delayed…again.

That threw me into the idea of, “Am I that old?” Point being, if you have a mundane life and you don’t think it’s that exciting you’ll eventually have to have a job just so you could live somewhere and pay bills.

Like, my kid is a senior in high school now, at the same school I went to. Even has a teacher who I had 18 years prior. But man, it really does not feel like that was 18 years ago.