The moment you realize you're no longer "with it".

Ya know...I didn't think it would happen to me.



I mean I'm a very young at heart kinda guy. My office has Battlestar Galactica miniature ships on top of one of my monitors, I have a Green Lantern Postage Stamp Picture my in-laws got me for Christmas, I game, I watch Cartoons still. I genuinely thought I was still with it.



Nope...NOT EVEN CLOSE.



The below is a snippet from a friend of a friend's kid who friended me on Facebook. They replied to their Dad in their doing status...and it just made me realize how unhip I am. Below is the response to their father:



"y should i b nicer 2 others while others r bin mean 2 me!!!!??? yea ik im not @ skool but i have u dat keeps tellin me 2 clean n borin stuff like dat no wonder y im bored!"



WHAT IN THE SAM HILL OF DAMOCLES DOES ALL THAT MEAN?!!?!?!



I've seen the commercial with the kid texting her Grandma...and Granny is a hip granny dropping an idk on her son. But man...I just don't get it.



I mean I can understand what they're saying...it's all shorthand...but beyond that...the grammer was horrible. "I have you that keeps telling me to clean and boring stuff like that no wonder why I'm bored" (Translated). What killed me was if you took out words like "u dat" "y" etc. If this person used proper grammer they would have had to type LESS and not butcher the language.



SEE THIS is when I knew I'd gone over the hill. I was checking grammer on facebook from a High School kid.



WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO ME?!?!?!



I'm sure it's a part of the texting generation...typing half a word in some sort of shorthand that everyone should know since noone wants to type whole words on a phone...but man. When I realized that it rankled me a bit...in that moment I just felt frakking old. This was the moment when I realized...that I will NOT be hip and cool forever. (not that I ever was).



There's going to come a point when I'm gonna have to admit that I'm a freaking grown up. Sure I'll always have an imagination, and play with toy spaceships, wear a Green Lantern Ring, watch Star Wars when I'm sick and make stupid comments at times when I should just shut up.



Still...I've put away childish things as Corinthians says. I've started to chase wisdom instead of foolishness. I'm beginning to value the counsel of elders, and seeking truth within life and our world...and finding that sometimes honesty is truly bankrupt.

I guess it happened...

I'm a grown up.

Me.


That's danged depressing in a way.


Oh well...off to have my prune juice and ribbon candy.

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