Tuesday, May 09, 2017

Get Off My Lawn, Søren Kierkegaard!

Dear Lord forgive me, to think I’d have cheered such a quote as an Angry Young Idiot in my 20s. Now, as a 55-year-old man who is just getting a handle on who he is and what he needs to do after decades of bouncing around the North American continent with his US military wife and raising children to adulthood, I say, “Ah, shaddap, ya whiny @#$%. No wonder the great unrequited love of your life who inspired the bulk of your writing wanted nothing to do with you.”

As swiped from the Disturbing Quotes Facebook page. No idea who really owns it. Don’t drink and Internet, kids.

However, Regina reportedly did read Kierkegaard’s impassioned love letters aloud to her boyfriend for laughs. So they had that much going on between them. Moral of story: keep your love letters to yourselves, emo boys. Women only say they like that stuff so they can weed out losers like you.

If I sound overly harsh, it is because I have been that sinner. Ex-smoker syndrome, and all that. To end this post on a positive note, I will note that I find my accumulating years a great comfort—as in, insulation—against all the idiocies of my youth. It’s good to be old, if only because I’m no longer That Guy.