I have officially crossed over the generation gap, and at 33, am officially old. This is how I know.
I saw 2 young pretty girls in the shopping mall, probably about 16 or 17. They both had long black hair, fair skin, and gothic clothes. Walking closer to them, I noticed that they both had piercings in their lower lips, that had 3 big, vicious-looking spikes poking out, and my first thought was, "Oh, their poor mother."
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Welcome to the Fogey Club. From now on you'll be getting up at 5:00 am, shaking your head and tsking all day at kids and what they get up to; eating supper at 4:30 and going to bed at 9:00.
OMG - I know what you mean. I get really irritated at 'kids' today and I am only 37. Oy.
Thanks for visiting my site - btw, we just left AU in September after 2 years in Melbourne, so we missed the Melbourne Cup.
Can't wait to read more about your Kiwi affair!
yep, I'm in the club too. I hurt myself just sleeping. old.
I, too, am rather intimidated by viscious looking spikes! And worry not - you're not old at all!
I think the same thing when I see those kids and I'm only 25.
Just focus on maintaining high levels of immaturity and you'll be fine.
I am 26 and I feel the same way.
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