Old Man Klaus

I had my last day of classes today. I only have to dither around for another 2 weeks and then I will have graduated college. And I'm jumping straight from college senior to almost senior citizen.

Let's look at the facts that prove I'm totally not in my 20s.
-I have no clue what passes for modern popular music. I'm aware of things like Lady Gaga and the Rebecca Black song "Friday", but I could not tell you more than maybe 3 songs on the radio these days. I'm told that places me in my 30s at least.

-Turn on my car and what comes out is the Oldies station. And I get upset because the songs played aren't old enough. If that doesn't add another decade to my unconscious age, I don't know what will.

-If I had 3 wishes, one of them would be to make gas cheap again. I totally remember sub 1 dollar gas prices with the same joy and nostalgia that people use to remember things that don't exist anymore like Howdy-Doody or civil liberties.

-At Denny's I find myself looking at the over 55 section of the menu a lot more often than I should.

-I keep forgetting words. Words like "Law". It's not as bad as forgetting the word "couch", but it's not a good sign. I think my grandfather, father and I are in some sort of competition to forget as many words as possible, and even accounting for age differences, we're running a pretty close... um... running thingy.

-With a spare $300, I'd probably spend it on vintage furniture instead of a tattoo or weekend in Vegas. Only because my fake Eames lounger needs its matching ottoman.

-My next car will be a vintage mustang, because I've decided to skip straight to either midlife crisis or retirement gift to myself mode.

-I say "kids these days" in an un-ironic fashion.

There's two ways to spin this. Either I'm becoming my parents, or people my parents' age can rejoice in the fact that they have a lot in common with someone in their 20s. (I had to stop myself from saying mid-20s. I have no clue why I thought I was 24-ish)