Too Old to Suffer
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morrigirlFriday is a horrible day to post an LJ entry. No one is online on Fridays. Everyone's out getting drunk and making out with inebriated chicks. Or, if they're my friends, out LARPing or RPGing. People aren't even around in the afternoon when you'd think they'd be at work killing time and praying for a time warp to miraculously appear next to their cubicle so they could jump forward to 5:00PM. Usually I try not to post on Fridays but there's something about the last day of the work week that makes me bored and lazy, so often times journaling is the only thing that's worth doing once Facebook and MySpace have yielded all they can yield.
Work is still busy. This will come as a surprise to no one. It has been two months since the last time I took a lunch break. The term itself has become alien to me. "What? You mean I'm supposed to leave my desk? Go eat at a different table? With people who aren't discussing which stewardship report needs to go out next? Huh? Me no understand. Me go back to typing acknowldgement letter." *click, click, click, click, click*
Last night I stayed on campus after work because I wanted to go see Michael Ian Black do stand-up in Reisinger. His routine was okay. I find him to be a rather inconsistent comedian, which is to say that I only laugh at about half of his jokes. His brand of humor is a little too crude for my taste. I much prefer Jake Johannsen and Mario Cantone and Demetri Martin and the late Richard Jeni. All of them are a little more cerebral. But, still, I love VH1's "I Love the..." series so I had to go see him. The auditorium was packed. Doors didn't open until 7:00 PM and people started lining up at 6:00 PM. It was fun though. Even if I did look around at one point and think "God, these kids look so young," right before I remembered that I'm about ten years older than all of them.
Occasionally my eyes would land on a cute guy or girl and I'd feel that sweet little jolt you get when your see something you like, and I'd think "Wow, if I were eighteen I would SO be crushing on that person." And then it would hit me that I am not eighteen anymore. I'm nearly thirty. And even if I was in a position to pursue a new romantic relationship, I would be way too old for these kids. I wouldn't even register as a blip on their radar. That's a weird thought. Back in college Gayle and I used to say how strange it was that we were too old to date high school guys, especially since those were the guys we'd been lusting after ever since we hit puberty. It's the same idea. Now that I'm nearly thirty I'm too old for college kids, and that's weird because I spent the last decade of my life chasing after them. Jake Johannsen was on Letterman this week and he did a bit about having reached the point in his life where he's become completely invisible to twenty-three year olds. I think I'm closing in on it myself. Which is fine because twenty-three year olds are notoriously stupid. I was twenty-three once so I can confirm.
I actually wanted to post a YouTube video of Jake Johannsen doing stand-up. He's my favorite comedian in the whole wide world. But YouTube didn't have the best selection of clips. Some user did post his single best comedy special "This'll Take About an Hour" in its entirety, but he put it up in six minute chunks and cut them in really weird places. Like, he cut some of the segments right in the middle of a joke. Stupid.
I've decided that I am jealous of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
irishelf's abs as seen in her profile picture on Facebook and want them as my own. Too bad I can no longer do any form of hip, leg, or trunk toning exercises unless I want to spend the following seven days in excrutiating pain. Thank you "rare" neurological pain disorder! Now I will never achieve my dream of having washboard abs. Biology? Physiology? God? You can all suck my dick.
Work is still busy. This will come as a surprise to no one. It has been two months since the last time I took a lunch break. The term itself has become alien to me. "What? You mean I'm supposed to leave my desk? Go eat at a different table? With people who aren't discussing which stewardship report needs to go out next? Huh? Me no understand. Me go back to typing acknowldgement letter." *click, click, click, click, click*
Last night I stayed on campus after work because I wanted to go see Michael Ian Black do stand-up in Reisinger. His routine was okay. I find him to be a rather inconsistent comedian, which is to say that I only laugh at about half of his jokes. His brand of humor is a little too crude for my taste. I much prefer Jake Johannsen and Mario Cantone and Demetri Martin and the late Richard Jeni. All of them are a little more cerebral. But, still, I love VH1's "I Love the..." series so I had to go see him. The auditorium was packed. Doors didn't open until 7:00 PM and people started lining up at 6:00 PM. It was fun though. Even if I did look around at one point and think "God, these kids look so young," right before I remembered that I'm about ten years older than all of them.
Occasionally my eyes would land on a cute guy or girl and I'd feel that sweet little jolt you get when your see something you like, and I'd think "Wow, if I were eighteen I would SO be crushing on that person." And then it would hit me that I am not eighteen anymore. I'm nearly thirty. And even if I was in a position to pursue a new romantic relationship, I would be way too old for these kids. I wouldn't even register as a blip on their radar. That's a weird thought. Back in college Gayle and I used to say how strange it was that we were too old to date high school guys, especially since those were the guys we'd been lusting after ever since we hit puberty. It's the same idea. Now that I'm nearly thirty I'm too old for college kids, and that's weird because I spent the last decade of my life chasing after them. Jake Johannsen was on Letterman this week and he did a bit about having reached the point in his life where he's become completely invisible to twenty-three year olds. I think I'm closing in on it myself. Which is fine because twenty-three year olds are notoriously stupid. I was twenty-three once so I can confirm.
I actually wanted to post a YouTube video of Jake Johannsen doing stand-up. He's my favorite comedian in the whole wide world. But YouTube didn't have the best selection of clips. Some user did post his single best comedy special "This'll Take About an Hour" in its entirety, but he put it up in six minute chunks and cut them in really weird places. Like, he cut some of the segments right in the middle of a joke. Stupid.
I've decided that I am jealous of
irishelf's abs as seen in her profile picture on Facebook and want them as my own. Too bad I can no longer do any form of hip, leg, or trunk toning exercises unless I want to spend the following seven days in excrutiating pain. Thank you "rare" neurological pain disorder! Now I will never achieve my dream of having washboard abs. Biology? Physiology? God? You can all suck my dick.
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Date: 2008-02-01 07:15 pm (UTC)even though i am closing in on 30 as well, no one ever has any idea how old i am. lately i've aged-up a couple of years so that i think i look early to mid 20s. i still find it weird that there's this whole other generation of kids behind us, and they have cultural touchstones and memories we can never know. like not remembering a time before the internet or the ubiquity of cell phones. it's just weird.
we were supposed to be the last and greatest generation.
i think.
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Date: 2008-02-01 08:13 pm (UTC)God, me too. For me it's weird because event hough I know I'm closing in on thirty, I still feel like I should be a part of the yougest generation simply because I always have been up until now.
I was thinking back on my mispent youth the other day and remembering how much I used to wish I could be as cool as the club kids at my high school. They were so flamboyant and popular. I wished I could enjoy the crowds and the dancing and the drugs so I could have as much fun as they seemed to be having. And it occured to me that I will never have the chance to expereiment with that brand of cool because I'm too old for it now. (Not to mention that I still hate crowds and drugs, though dancing is okay.) It was a strange realization.
Wanna hear something that will make you feel REALLY old?
Come September we will have known each other for TEN YEARS! :-o
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Date: 2008-02-01 08:15 pm (UTC)the world should stop spinning for a moment.
there, i think it just did.
i was recently watching a clip of Douglas Coupland on youtube. He seems unaware that he no longer has his finger on the pulse of "young people". Like he kept going on in his way about "plastics" and I'm like, dude. you are old.
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Date: 2008-02-01 11:37 pm (UTC)And I feel this too. I live near a college and see tons of kids. KIDS. IN. COLLEGE. I feel cheated. Like my late teens/early twenties were supposed to last for a thousand years so that I could be every kind of Cool there ever was. You're only supposed to grow up when you're too cool for Cool to even THINK about touching your ego, and ... I don't know. It still seems like yesterday I was a sleep-deprived freshman crashing on your couch.
Next lifetime we'll be so cool we'll kick Cool's ass like... Finn MacCool!
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Date: 2008-02-02 01:01 am (UTC)Bah, you're not "too old" for college people. You're an "older woman" who's not "old."
I'm not personally mystified by the "next" generation of kids. I know they're there. I interact with several daily, though by that I mean kids in the real sense. Comfortingly, to them I'm not entirely a grown up, because I do not have kids of mine own. You don't really make that jump, it seems, until you can be equated to their parents. Of course, it helps that I, unlike most adults they know, can take part in meaningful discussion about Pokemon or Ben Ten.