Had a weird experience this weekend.
Was driving with my
wife and kids this weekend and we were imitating the Swedish Chef from The
Muppet Show saying “oh the shrimpies” and just, genuinely, having a ball – the toddler
was laughing, we were laughing, laughing at our laughing. And out of nowhere I
thought of the incredible depraved debauchery and barely legal hedonism that
counted as having a ball during my high school, college, grad school, post
grad, late twenties, early thirties, and mid thirties and how far it is from
imitating the Swedish chef for a toddler’s delight.
Have I [gasp!] grown up?
But
here’s the thing, if I have grown up, I’m freaked out and if I haven’t grown up,
I’m freaked out.
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