I’m starting to realize that all my Boomlennial peeps have run out of words of wisdom and oh-so-fascinating stories. Too much energy this summer has been spent on listening to a rehashing of people’s lives that weren’t that interesting the first go round. Let us reminisce! Let us retell those great (huh??) stories from the past that weren’t really those glory days to start with. I know everyone’s lives take different paths so when you get together it’s fun/creepy to go back to what you had in common. I like to think, however, that in those fifty odd years where we haven’t been in touch SOMETHING sponge worthy must have happened #Seinfeld. (Google it). I’ve always hated to reminisce. (BTW that word is really hard to spell and even auto-correct doesn’t know what the hell I’m talking about.). I like to think that I always have stuff going on today or tomorrow that hopefully is a better story than that old sh*t. And if those stories still fire you up dear-oh-dear that is a problem. One of my wee dearests was facing a change in his life. He was processing it in his own way and probably making more sense of the situation then the big people. But we kept yak yaking about it and thought we were cagey enough that he wasn’t really paying attention to our conversation. Finally, wee one says “we don’t need to be talking about the past”. Brilliant! I couldn’t have said it better myself. And I’m always sure I could have. He was moving on. Just like that. We big people looked at each other, smiled, and that was that. Done. Saved us endless angst filled conversations for no apparent reason. Now I need to prophesise this new age thinking to my Boomlennial brethren. Wonder if they are going to story time at the public library? Maybe they should. And perhaps take out a current book. And read it. And talk about it. Has to be more intersting then that great mullet they had…..