That said, I’d like to complain a little. Please indulge me.
Jeff, a guy I work with, called me a Gen X Grandpa. He said that I was the only Generation X granddad he knows.
I think I’m the only one I know, too.
I turned forty on my last birthday. I was cool with that. I thought that maybe I’ll finally get some respect.
Some say that my fire engine red jap bike is a sure sign of a mid-life crisis. I don’t see it that way. But nothing kicks a mid-life crisis into high gear like becoming a grandparent when you think you’re so young.
Below are some pictures of guys that are right around my age. These should give my little pity party some perspective.
2 comments:
It's all about perspective...if you don't feel old then you ain't. Rememeber the Yellow Xterra! The two gentlemen who were out running the trails of JD stat park were close to double our age...and if I had to put money on it I would pick them over us in a street fight.
congrats man, but no matter how old brad pitt is you are still a grandpa!
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