Do you ever have this feeling that you are on the outside looking in? That belonging is just outside your grasp? It’s an odd, feeling of disconnectedness (is that a word?). I’ve spent quite a bit of my life with that feeling. Oh, don’t get me wrong, this is not a major whining or anything. It’s simply an observation. I have tried to identify myself with the baby boomer generation, but the more I hear about what this generation is all about, the more I think that I’m not a part of that bunch – I was terrified of rebellion when I was younger, although I get more and more comfortable with quiet dissent as I age. Yet, I’m not a Gen-X’er either. I certainly hope the Gen-Xer’s don’t think I one of those narcissistic boomers from the “me” generation. I recycle, drive a hybrid, volunteer for non-profits I care about. For God’s sake, I saw “Leave It To Beaver” for the first time on re-runs!
That’s the problem with categories. Although my brain needs them to sort out the world, then I get into trouble because I don’t look beyond the box I have placed a person, place, or thing. But it pisses me off when someone or society in general does the same thing to me. I really don’t like those surveys that ask my race, gender, education, etc… First of all, why is it anybody’s business but mine anyway? But I digress.
Back to my generational label. So I am technically a Boomer. But a late Boomer, which I have since found out is now called Generation Jones. Not full of the rebellion of the Boomers, we came of age in the ’70’s. The X-ers are cynical. I am cynical. Am I before my time? Anyone who has worked in corporate America for any length of time has to become cynical to survive. But I’m not an X-er based on the year I was born in. Again, guilty of digression.
So I go back to my original hypothesis. I may have been born a Boomer, but for a lot of reasons, I can’t identify. Not old enough to be a hippie (Geez, the drugs looked fun, but that wasn’t the point, was it? Something about enlightenment?). Our music in the ’70’s was disco. It was cool to disdain it, but I secretly liked it and now listen to it sometimes. Can’t dance to it though – bad knees. Getting older simply sucks.
So I guess for now I’ll simply embrace the label of getting older in the coolest possible fashion as I pursue stuff that I didn’t get a chance to do when I was a kid because labels said I couldn’t. Cool.