I do a lot of fretting/grumbling/navel-gazing here — well, everywhere, really — about getting older, feeling older, fearing I’ve lost touch with popular culture, being past my prime… hey, you’ve read the posts. But something occurred to me this morning:
In recent years, I’ve lost a lot of the weight I unwisely stacked on in my thirties.
Thanks to my LASIK surgery two weeks ago, I have my original, un-bespectacled face back.
In the next few months, we’ll be seeing a new Mad Max film, a new Jurassic Park film, a new Terminator, another Mission: Impossible, and, lest we forget, a new Star Wars episode.
And of course next year’s presidential election will likely be between a Clinton and a Bush.
You see where I’m going with this?
It’s like I’m young again!
Either that, or suffering a massive case of deja vu.