I am nearly double the age of my avg employee. It's one of the things that i love about my job. It grants me a sort of immortality. There is a beauty and a strength and a resilience to the 20 year old mindset. They still thrive on their dreams. I'd say that the percentage of my staff that have uncrushable dreams of rock, pop or hipohop stardom easily exceeds fifty.
There's a contagious energy working with young people. People are always commenting on my energy level, consistently making comments like 'You're just a big kid aren't you?'
To be completely honest I have no idea how a person my age should act. I can't relate to people my age. Don't trust anyone over 30 is my mantra still. For twenty years now I have been watching these fiery would-be rockstars coming up. It's sometimes sad to see them grudgingly let go of their dreams, get'serious' about life. Inevitably and irrevocably it"s the giving up on their dreams that does it to them. They lose their joie de vivre when they give up.
It's at about that time that I just can't maintain the friendship. Bitterness and ennui roll off of them in a toxic cloud.
I'm 40 years old. I have dreams that no one can steal. Last week I enjoyed yet another guest spot on a college talk show. This week there is talk of me fronting a Poison cover band. I've written a novel of proportions so epic it will take another century before the global mind can handle it. I've got 2 more novels on the go and aspirations to revisit mad poem writing. I haven't given up and consequently my vitality shows it.
I'm sitting at the airport right now, waiting to fly out on business trip. I'm typing on my phone so forgive any typos. I've got some time on my hands as I came here early anticipating some bullshit. I was right. They gave me a big hassle about trying to bring my skateboard on. Fuck the Man anyway. Skate death!
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