[BGmusic: Sky by Joshua Radin and Ingrid Michaelson]

Quote for the day:

“In an mmmbop they’re not there.
Until you lose your hair. But you don’t care.”

- Hanson, Mmmbop

Last weekend I got a little taste of life on the other side of the generation gap.

I was in Laguna for this retreat my parents were holding for some military families, and was one of the oldest “kids” there [the oldest being my sister]. Because my mother kept insisting that I should make an effort to be sociable, I made myself look busy by sitting with my sister, who was socializing with some [obviously younger] girls.

Check out the dialogue:

Girl1: “OMG, you’re turning fourteen this year.”
Girl2: “Yeah, so are you.”
Girl1: “But you’ll be first. You’re sooo old.”
Me: *blank face*

It gets even better.

Me: “So what year were you guys born, 1994?”
Girl: “1996.”
Me: “Wha… you… before… Backstreet…” [Translation: "Exterminate. Exterminate."]
My sister: “You weren’t even born when the Backstreet Boys’ first album was released!”
Me: “You were babies when Mmmbop came out!”
My sister: “OH MY GAWD!”
Me: “MY BRAAAIN!” *explodes* 

You can leave out that last bit.

Then after that, my sister and I were holding-hands-while-walking-may-pasway-sway-pa, singing Mmmbop because given the circumstances, it seemed like the right thing to do…

Me and my sister: “Mmmbop… dapdoowop doowop.. YEAH YEAH… etc.”
Perplexed boy is perplexed: ”What are you singing?”
My sister: “OH MY GAWD!”
Me: “MY BRAAAIN!” *explodes* 

There you have it, I am officially old.

I can only hold onto the hope that one day this emo business will be over and laughed at by the next generations. Bwahaha.