In Which I Join the Establishment

Not only have large chunks of my favorite slang been co-opted by The Man (one of my managers said “ginormous” this morning)… I’m drinking decaf. Which ranks high among betrayals of my adolescent self, right after admitting that it might be kinda fun to go to a high school reunion. But, y’know, flying high on caffeine doesn’t feel like boundless bouncy determination anymore; it just feels like stress.


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  1. Rana wrote:

    Yeah. My three signs of age betrayal have been (a) remembering to bring a sweater, (b) wanting socks and underwear for Christmas, and (c) having shrively linty Kleenex in all my pockets.
    Those things make the grey hairs look like pikers.

  2. yami wrote:

    Well, I do like getting socks for Christmas, and I haul an awful lot of sweaters around… but I never condemned such things as I condemned decaf and high school reunions. Maybe I just have an old soul?

  3. Rana wrote:

    It was the kleenex that really did me in. My whole childhood was mildly traumatic, in that the slightest sniffly sound inevitably caused my mother to dredge out some horrible, nasty linty kleenex from the depths of her purse (or sleeve, or pocket) and inflict it upon me.
    Now, I do it myself. My god, the little nasty things are in every pocket of every coat I own. Heh.

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