Younger me: Old man, I have become you.
40-Something Me: Cripes, when was that?!
Younger me: Dunno, probably when you noticed that your feet actually hurt after sitting for periods of long stretches
40-Something Me: Yeah, but I'm so much smarter than you.
Younger me: Maybe, but I have a better memory than you, and after your divorce, way more money.
40-Something Me: What were we just talking about?
Younger me: I was watching as you were becoming a bit of a nostalgic alarmist
_____________________I long for the day when I don't have to hear about which set of genitalia the CEO of Apple prefers to think (or sit) upon. Do we all have to be noticed? (see above image.) Do we all have to shout it to the world that we're special? Let me say this: I am ordinary! I am a hetero male, who tans easily, is quite balding, has a layer of male gut syndrome that shames him from wearing Simon-Cowell-too-tight t-shirts, and guess what? No one cares about my sexual identity gender politics ... nor should they. Sure, be different, go ahead, but be yourself. Don't let some group of self-appointed, politically correct mafioso thought police tell you HOW to be different. Whew.
I long for the day when I don't have to watch with utter incredulity an alleged "nurse" riding a bike around in her home state of Maine after returning from an Ebola hot zone, thumbing her nose at authorities who have given her a 21-day quarantine to protect the commonwealth, er, commonhealth? of the Pine Tree State's citizenry. If she's dying (no pun intended) to stretch out the ole hammies on a velocipede, then the good people of these United States, I include you and me Dear Reader, are all too happy to place one spinning machine straight from Equinox in her "utilitent" (trademark FatScribe 2014). Wow.
Gone are the days when one could have reasonably expected our sitting president to actually enforce the border laws of these United States, preventing the spread of lesser-than-Ebola (but just as deadly) diseases from taking the lives of our children, i.e., the enterovirus EV-68, instead of looking for a politically expedient pretext to sway and swell the voting rolls by streaming 150,000 Spanish-speaking 'tweens (medias en espanol, Estimado Lector) across several countries' borders and legalizing unilaterally, sua sponte, the nearly 12 million illegals here now. How many children were put in harm's way, I wonder, by the Administration's advocating such an asinine public policy? Dang.
Fewer and far betweener are the teachers in our states that actually care for the needs of their student charges over the desires and tactics of the teacher unions. One dear family friend of ours makes $135k per annum for 9 month's worth of kindergarten work. Love her to death, and I love that she loves to teach 5-yr-olds, but $135k!? Fugly.
Not a day goes by that I can't imagine that our collective brood might be better off going to a trade school. Are they actually gaining ANY real value from their college degrees. Sure, those with college degrees, and graduate degrees, earn plenty more than those without, but does the $100,000 and $200,000 and $300,000 in student loans really off-set the debtor nation we're rapidly building and leaving behind for our grandchildren? Really? Whoa.
I long for the day when my father handed me a spreadsheet explicating in granular detail how much my community college and state college cost him, viz., roughly $8,000. My oldest, when he was in preschool, cost us $18k per year. A senior in high school, he's now looking at monster student loans for undergrad, which I pray to goodness that he choose a community college first, and then an affordable state school. He has the potential for a quite generous scholarship in another state with a school that likes the cut of his jib, but housing costs are quite expensive then as well. Ugh.
Just one of those days, Dear Reader. Just one of those days where we long for simpler times ... if they ever existed, n'est pas? Maybe your list above is the EXACT opposite as mine, and you disagree with everything I listed ... still ... we've all had that tipping point day, where we just think, "When did this become the norm for us? Where did normal go?" Whatever normal is for you and yours, Dear Reader.