When I read that Jerry Falwell died, a small voice in the back of my head said “God finally cut him down”. Sorry, but when you spew hatred in the name of religion for that long, it’s bound to come and get you in the end.
That is all.
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When I read that Jerry Falwell died, a small voice in the back of my head said “God finally cut him down”. Sorry, but when you spew hatred in the name of religion for that long, it’s bound to come and get you in the end.
That is all.
So today is my 26th birthday. Not a milestone by any stretch of the imagination, but it leads me to a thought about life in general. I don’t really understand our youth culture and its phobia about growing up. Kids these days turn 20 and proclaim that they’re having a mid-life crisis. How is this possible? You’ve barely begun to live your life at 20. There’s so much ahead of you it’s not funny. Now, when you hit 50, give me a call and we can talk about a mid life crisis.
I wonder how much of this is brought on by the latest preposterous notions in parenting. I was at the barber shop a week or so ago and I was reading Newsweek, and there was this interesting commentary by this mother that lives in North Carolina. It was about how overprotective parents have become with their kids. When you start out by writing about how the neighborhood kids are in awe of you because you actually have snacks like cookies in your house, that’s saying something. UV protected long sleeve bathing suits and the pool? Why have we stopped letting kids be kids these days? With stuff like this happening, it’s no damn wonder that kids are as jacked up as they are now.
Sad, really. At least I can be realistic about seeing how my life isn’t over at 26. That’ll happen at 30.