Nearing double-digits and realizing not just childhood is coming to a close.
This isn't some whiny self-indulgent diary entry. I seem to be entering a modern day King Midas syndrome, except for everything I place my interest in fades away to nothing. And the best part, ladies and gents? Although I grumble, I couldn't give a damn.
Exhibit A (and A1): my intended profession/ current major of print journalism, and the media in general.
Print Media is going the way of vinyl. Its demise could be seen on the horizon, but after taking several classes introducing me to my field of interest, it feels like I'm taking classes (and wasting thousands) to become a Latin translator. Society is falling apart, and taking newspapers with it. It's not just newspapers however, it's other resources as well. My favorite snark outlet has been thrown to the wayside as of late, concentrating on celebritards and gossip sans the intellect.
Books, perhaps my sole source of continued enjoyment and escape, are being published online. Of course. A computer screen accentuated by fluorescent lighting truly evokes one's imagination, doesn't it?
Alas, it appears I am nothing but a grumpy old man trapped in a fast-paced modern society. I like my whiskey, classics written by dead males, music by the now wrinkled/deceased, and find an increasing amount of argyle and cardigans in my wardrobe. New-fangled kids and their gadgets annoy me, and my favorite films are being replaced on AMC by movies such as "Death Wish Three".
Nuclear war? As long as the ruffians stay off my porch, I'll sip my jack and coke peacefully while winning at scrabble with the other cynical bastards who I plan to associate with.
No nuclear war? Norway.
....but more about that later.
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