When I was younger I remember hearing old farts say, "But I don't feel old on the inside!" And I'd think whatever, dude. TAKE A LOOK IN A MIRROR.
But now? Well, let's just say that Karma is a true thing which was not invented by the Beatles after the went to India because now I feel the same way and I had an experience the other night that reminded me of it.
I was watching the Cubs and noticed suddenly how beautiful Kris Bryant is (although only when he's wearing a hat--he's like my former boyfriend Dennis Eckersley that way) so I texted my thirties-something friend Jame Ortwein because she follows baseball, too. This is how our conversation went:
ME: Chris Bryant is waaaaay easy on the eyeballs.
JAMIE: I am googling now. Ha! His name is spelled with a "k." Gross.
ME: He's up to bat right now, throwing the pitcher smoldering looks.
JAMIE: Haha. Born in '92. I can't even process.
ME: Ugh. He's almost my youngest kid. As Cher said in Clueless that just harshed my buzz.
Actually, I don't know if Cher said that. Maybe Tai did. Or Dionne. But whatever. That's not the point. The point is how did I get to be this age, is what I'm saying.
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Oh gosh, I love you. This post. Bahaha. I teach college people who were born in '97, which is the year I got married. Gah!
That is the point, isn't it? I refuse. That's all.
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