Saturday, November 29, 2008

Home for the Holidays

This weekend has a surreal length. Having achieved Thanksgiving, I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. Well, besides write and catch up on video games, but my wrists are starting to hurt. Tomorrow I get to help put up Christmas decorations. Meaning, tomorrow I get to be a part of a logistical nightmare lightly glazed with holiday cheer.

I watched Fight Club with my sister last night; she'd never seen it. I didn't realize that movie came out in 1999. Some of it is downright eerie in light of 9/11. But watching it again helped me clarify where exactly the generation gap is between me and some of the people I'm working with (who aren't really old enough for there to be a legit gap). September of 2001, I was a freshman in high school. The nineties were my childhood, and a thick ashy line marks the changeover to being a teen. I had plenty to worry about, as a teenager, plenty of issues to grapple with. I didn't have to create my own. Plus, the men of Fight Club didn't have Youtube and Myspace, where those 15 seconds of fame are closer and the middle ground between true celebrity and complete oblivion has been explosively expanded.

I think this may be a disadvantage for me. I've met some people who are genuinely angry about the state of the world today, and I am fascinated. Not coffee-wise angry, but that pissed off feeling you get when somebody trashes your stuff. These people take the world personally. I am intrigued.

Of course, the age difference could be a false correspondence, and it could something else entirely. We'll see.


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