How many times have you heard your parents say: "Now, in my day we......"? What was/is your very first reaction? C'mon admit it, set yourself free. It's 'cringe' isn't it? Or 'dread'? Whichever descriptive word you prefer. Your insides clench knowing for the most part you are about to hear something you really aren't interested in or that you have already heard several times before in one form or another. The second? It's all right you can say it now. Remember you are among friends who understand. Your eyes roll. I guessed it, didn't I? You try and hide it by looking away for a moment so they won't see you do it. But you can't just help yourself. And the third and final stage of coping is the emphasized exhale. The volume not loud enough for the story teller to hear but just enough for your satisfaction to be fulfilled. We all do these because we sincerely don't want to be rude. We can't hold up our hand and say "Stop!" because we have been introduced to this tale on previous occasions or we know we are about to be bored beyond tears or simply we have no interest in this particular scenario. The underlying purpose for the above is to provide a few nano seconds for our minds to place an invisible cushion between our frustration and our patience which enables us to listen attentively with a smile firmly planted on our face thus diverting any hurt feelings. At least that's the concept I have fashioned over time to protect my own sanity.
Now playing Devil's Advocate and analyzing the flip-side, how many times have you caught yourself repeating that infamous intro line to your kids? Do you become a screaming mimi realizing you HAVE become your parents!!?!! It has now truly happened and you swore it NEVER EVER EVER would!!!??!!!! Or is it actually part of every person's DNA? There is a gene that forces us to start using that when we reach a certain age. We have absolutely no control at all. It could be a possibility, you know. Wouldn't that be convenient if it were true! But, alas, I fear that is a wish, a fantasy (darn it all!).
I am here to fortuitously sprinkle some of my famous Happy Fairy Dust (HFD) over your head to ease your pain and to assure you there is a way to stop that annoying generational trend. How can we, as the masses who want to end this thousands-of-years-old-tiresome-generational-habit, turn the corner to a unveil a shockingly new and fresh next-thousands-of-years-old-generational-mindset?
Stay current. Be in the 'Now'. Then practice what you are learning. Converse with your kids, your partner, your lunch buddies. It's as simple as that. Starting right this very minute use a new application on your PC, surf YouTube, listen to a radio station that plays the Top 40, go to exhibits at museums and galleries, subscribe to a new magazine that features trendy (not meaningless 'fluff' but current, timely events) articles, catch a new TV series, try new recipes or go to that little bistro that opened up around the corner, buy the HUGELY thick September issue of Vogue and see what's predicted for spring. Do not wait until tomorrow. Do not profess false and insincere intentions. I'm telling you this will only work if we start a grassroots push through our connected personal networks. (Wouldn't that be way cool if two or three or ten generations from now those folks could point to a time line and say that in 2009 there was a torque in the American culture that brought about change?? We would be famous!!!)
Are you with me?? I am your friend, your relative, your neighbor, your acquaintance. Take my advice. I promise that if you do you will be happier. If you listen and do what I say your life will be easier, better. Wait!! What just happened?? OH NO!! I DO SOUND LIKE MY MOTHER!!!!!!!!!
