Tonight I happened to walk by the local noodle restaurant. It was filled with teenagers. When I was that age, my peers didn’t go to noodle restaurants. When I was that age, though, I don’t think that noodle restaurants existed. I imagine that for the teen demographic a noodle restaurant fulfills the two major requirements, which are that it is cheap, and that it gives them an opportunity to get away from their parents.
Whenever I see a group of young people, I can’t help thinking that I’m still one of them, or at least not far enough away from that time that I couldn’t fit in with them. I want to approach and address them thus: “Greetings, teenagers! I am one of you! I belong among you! Guns N’ Roses rocks!! I can’t wait to watch Dana Carvey and Mike Myers on Saturday Night Live tonight!! I have a computer that I use for word processing and video games, because those are the only possible uses for a personal computer!! My phone is hooked into a wall!!!”
And then I come to my senses and remember that I am well over 800 years old. Now I’m just left sitting here, wondering what happened to all that time. And I guess that everyone is left just sitting here, wondering what happened to all that time, unless you’re one of the teenagers sitting in the noodle restaurant eating noodles.
