I’ve lived through six years that were prime numbers:
I have roughly six more to go:
I have experienced prime number midlife crisis this evening.
Sea World’s summer fireworks have once again begun. San Diego’s cicadas. Every night, at 22:00, an existential reminder of who I am and how little has changed.
It’s strange to think that almost everything I’ve experienced at some point or another during my lifetime is all taking place during the course of a given day by other people.
There is a kid reciting his ABCs today.
Someone is learning C++ today.
Someone’s first day on the job was today.
Someone’s finals are coming up.
Someone had their heart broken for the first time today.
Someone lost a loved one.
Someone watched 5 hours of TV straight.
Someone had a slurpee.
Someone swore off sugary drinks.
Someone went mall crawling.
Someone went to Disneyland.
A lot of people are experiencing things I haven’t yet, and many more experiencing things I never will.
Sure, given my genetics and the sequence of events in which I experienced such items make me unique, but to think that I could largely compose the majority of my life by plucking out what amounts to be a very small fraction of the world’s population today is a pretty strange feeling.
Basically, I’m still trying to be like the cool kids that I saw in 80’s movies on weekends in 1992, and I think that explains a whole Gen-Y American subculture.