Enjoy your stagnant monotone lives and your eco-friendly cars and moderation in drinking, but let the young be young, you know? Sure, a few occasionally wind up quadriplegic, drowned or otherwise maimed or killed, but that’s just Darwinism reminding us to pull back on the throttle now and then while a new generation enjoys the lack of dignity of repeating our mistakes. This is nature, folks. Who are you to interfere with that?
Do you think I’m callous or irresponsible for thinking this way? To the contrary, because in your self-righteous blandness you never considered the fact that we’re 20 years away from the worst mid-life crises (plural) in the history of mankind, and at this rate that could be an extinction-level event. Don’t feel stupid, I’m usually a step or two ahead, but I am worried that if 50 Cent or Chris Brown isn’t going to throw a TV through a hotel window to kick this party off…who will? I weep for our tame youth. And therefore, for us all.
Get interesting, or get maimed trying. (Write that down.)