I’m an old fart now, with old ideas. Not exclusively bad ideas, just ideas that have been around for a while and are rooted in a time and place that no longer exists and was long gone when you arrived. This can make communication difficult. My instincts, just like yours, tell me that all I know is my experience and anyone who dismisses my experience out of hand should pound sand, but this is the wrong way to go about understanding one another. Your experience is as valid as mine, and soon you will be in charge and I will be deciding between the tapioca or the cottage cheese with pineapple when the nice lady brings me the menu. That’s how the world works. You’ll get there, too (if you’re lucky) and it will happen far sooner than you think. This does not change the fact that I was an adult when you entered the world, or that I have a Dropkick Murphy’s t-shirt in my drawer that predates you. Time moves fast.
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