Well here we are again traveling through time, being whisked into the future mostly against our will. Only a few can ever go back. I, for one, know that every time our calendar adds another year to the odometer, that I add one also. The fact that I choose to live my life in a non-linear fashion does not take any wear off no matter how old I try to be or not be. Just because I might be in a different date and time than you, mostly in protest of Chronos; wear on my person still occurs. Sometimes I reside in another place, or in a different part of history than those around me. Living in a somewhat parallel universe is probably the source of the pain and disability I am labeled with, it is hard on the human body to transfer from dimension to another, especially when it is involuntary.
Some say I am not quite human, but I really must protest, I got my college degree, so that makes me on par with humanity! Not that that is something to be coveted as of late. In fact it’s rather embarrassing to be lumped in with the millennial culture. Their man buns(even on the women), weed, and better than you attitude if you don’t shop at whole foods, drive an electric car, and shun all employment as working screws up the environment by making it warmer. Just so you know, I really hate the cold. Global warming is a feature, not an issue for me.
The youth and Goings on today of reminds me of being in the late 60’s where they protested to protest, few really cared. The loud music, counter culture violence, and even the crisis of how we viewed gender identity were the same as now. Then came wild inflation in the mid to late 70’s still protests, but more controlled . In the eighties, everyone just wanted to party, and anyone who did not, was out of their mind. All the old people thought America was done for and the young would destroy it. Mid eighties, a few abortion liberties and anti liberties clashed. Most people were focused on their careers and technology started changing the landscape.
All but a small portion of the young recovered from their various movements in the 70’s. The portion that did not, became school teacher, teaching kids about their duty to be activist. I remember those day of indoctrination. We were called Generation X and criticized for enjoying our creature comforts and not pushing for what our teachers once fondly Remembered as the good old days. The blood, sweat and tear gas ah the sweat smell they would say. I wish we would have done more history, reading, and writing and math. They figured we could always do that later. Our generation was a real disappointment to the teachers. We liked our Lexus, BMW’s, Tempurpedics, and large homes with automated climate control.
Like all things in history, times come and go and come and go. Activism is rampant today, and we will go through times of prosperity later on. Cultures never really change. I think most of our kids will grow up to be good, descent, hardworking humans, just as we all did in the past. As for me, I will set this one out traveling in our RV and watching Athena help companies use their computers to not just survive, but excel. She is my Eighty’s girl.
Our sink as we mentioned in the last article decided to leak, and it appears to have made this decision many years ago, but we just recently discovered the problem. So I had a new floor professionally installed by really knowledgeable and smoking hot installer. She took care of everything from start to finish.
We covered the entire roof in solar panels. Threw away the dead A/C unit and satellite thing. Who needs in motion satellite? It is illegal to watch tv while driving. Watching TV makes you immoral and fat. That real estate became solar.
Have a good evening and a good night….