Crazy old man, that is what I will be if I live to be a hundred, that is for sure, but at 58, and spry and healthy, can it be the perception of me now?
How far out can I be, for me, it is a question of, to be or not to be
I am a baby boomer, We have generations of family alive right now, from the baby boomers to the current generation of Gen Alpha, wow so many Generations, I thought my father was from the baby boomers, but before us there was the Silent Generation, maybe because they made the Natives, silent, not sure, it also incudes me mum, and well she not silent, but she does not know of lick of Native and she is almost half, my sister is in the Generation X, My children are all Millennials, I am sure i know some Xennials, but not sure at this writing.
I can honestly say, I converse with baby boomers much better than, any of the other Generations, I do not see as much of the passive aggressive, or the lack of communication, with BB’s as with the other generations. I love being a baby boomer, I love talking to baby boomers, we lived our lives in somewhat the same sequence, as the world unfolded. I go out now, and feel like the other generations are Aliens, not illegal, but from anther Solar system , or other planet. My fate, seems to be that of my father, well in a sense, just as eye, see the old people around me as obscure, finished all washed up, well not all of them, there are some spry people, still pushing, still striving, but most I see, are merely antiquated voice boxes, waiting out their final destination, or squawking about things, that they really have no, “skin in” or do not have skin in the game, as some say, and, maybe that is a baby boomer thing?
Sometimes, I Like to imagine, myself as I am in bed, floating away from myself, then slowly moving to outer space, all the while, imagine all the humans on the earth, and how they are like ant, and as I get further away, you would think, I feel smaller, yet as I get further into outer space, my world grows larger, as we are not the end all, there is many adventures in space, it is endless, how could it end? yet, when I come back to my self, I am smaller than a piece of sand, insignificant, irreverent, and I know on this world, I am, but a lone squawk in the sea of squawks, somehow, my existence does not even warrant conversation, or opinion, left in the dark, to come to some conclusion, of my own accord, without the slightest input from my “others” except me mum, she will always tell me what she thinks, regardless of the consequence, sometimes its not a good thing, but I know she loves me. is lack of communication the opposite of love, or lack of respect?
I have to see myself for what and who I am, the song
Just like my father, just like my mother comes to mind, I do love that song, what happened to the generations, or are the youth of today, all knowing, all seeing empaths? my only clue social media, and an occasional text. I share my dark mind on her, of my own peril, and maybe, it is thus, that creates such, isolation, The bearing of ones soul, my heart, my loves, my darkness, is TMI
|The Lost Generation
The Generation of 1914
|The Interbellum Generation||1901||1913||108||120|
|The Greatest Generation||1910||1924||97||111|
|The Silent Generation||1925||1945||76||96|
|Baby Boomer Generation||1946||1964||57||75|
|Generation X (Baby Bust)||1965||1979||42||56|
Generation Y, Gen Next
|iGen / Gen Z||1995||2012||9||26|