Yeaaaah. You’re Not

I’ve inherited a new group of peeps in the last couple years from my main Peep, alas.  What could have been an interesting learning experience has become a Boomlennial flagellation (word porn). When you have long term peeps, you like them and accept them and don’t have to judge.  But new ones?  Gasp.  They think they are interesting.   Reeeeeeeally interesting.   Or so consumed by their life that they can’t imagine anyone else not being as fascinated.  Or maybe never had anyone just say hey dude, you are boring the sh*t out of me.  And it’s not just one snoozer.  There are lots!  I guess it’s a sign of being a seasoned citizen that you just don’t care about other people anymore.  You are entrenched in you and that is satisfying enough.  How they keep themselves awake still baffles me but I’m starting to think I’m the one that just doesn’t get it.  I’ve sat through whole dinners #vacations with people who couldn’t pick me out of a lineup.  Or play the game where you give three answers to questions and have to pick the one that is a lie.  And my questions would be are you male or femail?  Do you speak English?  Are you endlessly fascinating?   Maybe I’m just missing my old peeps who know way too much about me and like me anyway.  And are capable of having a conversation and not just talktalktalktalk.  I’m starting to get worried about my Boomlennial bretheren.  We have to remain somewhat interesting because those generations behind us sure don’t think we are.  And they aren’t.  Don’t prove them right.  Stay relevant!  Don’t babble!  Pretend to care about other people.  Fake it till you make it.  Your manifest lack of interest is an egregious failure (sentence porn).  I know you think you’re interesting but yeaaaah, you’re not.