It's not just getting older. It's getting some sense in you. Not that I am pretending to be a young hip guy.
You are always pretending that.
Not really, if you look at it close--
But the way you always act like you know who the coolest music groups are, when you're talking to teenagers--
I do know. And listen to your phrasing, "coolest music groups." How does that sound to the naked ear?
You "keep up," I believe the phrase is. But look at that--having to keep up--it implies an unnatural effort. Unnatural to, shall I say, someone your age. Yet that's what you do.
Never mind. What I'm getting at is, is the effect when things are tried to be made hip, and that recognition somehow "unhipping" it after a short period of time. Like, the album title, "Appetite for Destruction." OK. Here is a legitimate young-angst reaction that needs to be communicated. Everyone can relate, and only in the way that anyone who relates feels that he is alone until he relates to that emotion--destruction, at the moment--so you get this alone/crowd paradox thing going. And the thing itself, the outrageous notion that is liberating, is defanged by it's being communicated on such a wide level, and the deep underlying countercurrent that destruction is not exactly cool if it's something of yours that's being destroyed. Time wounds all heels.
Have you noticed that fast food restaurants are not open always in the hours expected? Like, posted hours, and you might think they've closed, but the next day they're open at the same time?
What it is, is not having enough workers at the minimal wage. You just shut down for a little bit. None of that pushing on with a less than minimum crew, just take a breather for a while.
Right, yeah, I got that. But what gets me is, that never used to happen. Christmas eve, any Sunday, any time at all, if it had posted hours, they were open. That's not true anymore.
No, it's not.
It just--it takes some adjusting.
