Discussion»Questions»Humor and Jokes» Old folks, when you were the Millenial's age were you already in a house, married with children, working two jobs, started a business AND a
Oh I had shoes, alright. I had tons of them, actually. But I wanted to be pretty, remember? (I hope you know I know you cannot be reading all these comments I am making) So I wore shoes that were made for a dance floor in a foot of snow rather than boots. I got really sick so often, I did not even know what pain was after awhile. I was in my 20's. Who cared? I had mad regeneration skills.
No I was not poor. I was tough though. I wore high heels and walked for miles in the snow. I got sick. I walked anyway. Nothing stopped me. I needed the money for more shoes.
Walking in those high heels brings back some fond memories for me. My feet never hurt back then. I remember in particular one pair of white shoes with black lizard toes and heels. Loved those babies - they cost an arm and a leg!
I don't consider myself "old" but yes I was married , had a job and had purchased my first home before I was 25. I feel sorry for anyone trying to start out now. The price of houses is insane:/ #poormellenials :(
That's a pretty cookie :) I shouldn't say a house. I bought a condo first for less than 100, 000 ( within two years the housing market went insane and I got double what I paid for it and was able to buy a single family home. I was very lucky with my timing. An average starter home where i live now is over 280 ... poor mikenials!
I really like your funny side so much that it would be enough to want to hear your comments. But I really like that you have some really great depth to you as well.
Oh you're welcome. That coming and laughing is the main thing. That's what ties us all together. It's fun to touch base here and there. (no one reads this besides maybe Randy) HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
When I was 17 in 1967, my life began. The life of the person that I changed and became, stayed with me from about November 10, 1966, I'd hazard to guess. I was not happy in high-school (1964-1968). I was driven. I only wanted ONE thing. I wanted to wake up and be happy and be happy all day and sleep pleasant dreams. I wanted peace of mind. I had no idea what that meant, or why I was worried about wanting things I believed were what I did not have and that was the reason I was missing out.
For instance. I dreamed of being the most beautiful girl ever. I wanted to be beautiful because beauty to me was POWER. I thought if I were beautiful, I would never be bored, I would be able to have any person I wanted to spend time with be enthralled by me, and therefore, I would never be bored and that must make a person happy.
I wanted money. But not really. I was totally taken care of for most of my young life and far beyond what should have happened for me.
So, here I was. Wanting. Waiting. Wishing. And if I would have just had some GRATITUDE, I would have been so happy.
I was a very pretty girl. Why didn't I just look in the damned mirror and appreciate what I did look like.
I had everything at my fingertips as far as great people were concerned. I had great friends, smart friends and I was really thrilled to be associated with my friends. It made me feel proud that they liked me.
So, what the hell was missing? Guidance and experience. I was surrounded by people who believed exactly as I did. From the TV to the friends to the family.
AND THEN? The 60's exploded. We started smoking, thinking, talking and opening our minds to every possibility. We read everything any progressive thinker had to say and discussed it. We sought God. We thought He didn't exist. But we loved each other. Some of us went to Mexico. Some traveled to India.
Some turned on, tuned in and dropped dead.
I survived.
So, if the millenials have a better story, I doubt it. I think we all have the same story but told in an original fashion. That is but one face of God. All the same, but unique.
This post was edited by WM BARR . =ABSOLUTE TRASH at July 4, 2017 9:10 PM MDT
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