Yesterday while driving home from work I was listening to news and interesting stories on NPR radio, and realized that my radio is on NPR more often than anything else these days. And that made me think, "Man I'm old." As the evening wore on, I thought of other signs of either age, or isolation, or of the fact that I'm just not that cool anymore. Here are five signs, in addition to the NPR, of my decline:
1- I was watching the People's Choice awards last night, and after about 30 minutes decided to switch to an old British comedy. But honestly, in my defense, they gave the best rock song award to Kid Rock. Kid Rock! Stupid people.
2- Tuesday at the store my friend Melanie told me that David Archuleta had signed up for a membership at her gym. He was there earlier that same day, and she had just missed him. I'm finding it hard to believe that David goes to a public gym with the regular people without some kind of posse or isolation booth, but that's beside the point. Melanie was all aglow just thinking about meeting him, and said that I should go to her gym too. I laughingly said that I'm old enough to be his mother. She mentioned that he's 17, and then I realized that yes, indeed, I am old enough to be David Archuleta's mother. Nice.
3- I was reading through a list of Grammy nominees, and recognized just a handful of names. I don't know who any of those other people are. Apparently there's a person out there called Lil Wayne who's sold more albums than anyone else in 2008. I doubt that his birth certificate lists his first name as "Lil", but I can't be sure. That Grammy list was the first I'd hear of him. I used to know who was who in the music world...? Too much NPR I guess.
4- I have an awesome collection of history documentaries on DVD. I think it's very cool, but the kids don't seem to. I told Sierra one day about something I'd seen on my DVD boxed set on the American Revolution. She just looked at me and shook her head. What? Not impressed? But the Revolution is so interesting...?
5- I've developed Restless Legs Syndrome. When I sit for too long, or have just gone to bed, my legs start to feel "jumpy" (I got that word from my mom, who sometimes rubs her legs and says that they feel jumpy). Of all of the old-age ailments, is there one that sounds dumber than Restless Legs Syndrome?
Include the facts that I fall asleep while reading, nap most of Saturday afternoon, and won't go to a movie that starts after 8pm because I don't want to be out too late, and the cool factor score card doesn't look good. Oh well, I guess it was bound to happen eventually.