As a young child I missed a question on a psychological test: “What comes in a bottle?”
The answer was supposed to be milk. I said beer.
Milk almost always came in cartons and plastic jugs, so I was right. But this isn’t about rehashing old grudges. I barely even think about it anymore! The point is that the test was a relic of a time before me, when milk did come in bottles. It arrived on doorsteps each morning, by the hand of some vanishing man. And just as such a world was alien to me as a kid, the current generation of small children might miss a similar question: “Where does milk come from?”
Many would likely answer almonds or beans or oats.
I find this beyond sad.
I keep hearing about all the anxiety younger people get now. Because our world had complicated itself to the point of being unrecognizable.
132 different genders? No. There are two. XX chromosomes and XY chromosomes. You have ONE or the OTHER. Anxiety relieved. If you are one and think you should be the other? Change it. Anxiety relieved. But 132 different, non conforming, non binary (WTF is THAT??)…it no longer makes sense.
But all the anxiety does.
Milk does NOT come from nuts. Or grain. Or legumes. Milk comes from cows, goats, humans…..you get the gist.
Back when I was a kid, you played outside, you climbed trees, you got hurt, you had black and blue marks, your brothers made you eat mud pies….the list goes on. Nowadays? Kids are scared to climb trees, playing outside? interferes with technology, Mud pies? WTH are those???
So many kids today don’t know how to play outside anymore. I could almost guarantee you their anxiety levels would go down if they would learn to play well with other children.
OMG…clothesline someone in Red Rover?? YESSSS Tug’o’war over a creek? What other games? Softball, Baseball, Flag football, …… It’s going to be up to us grandparents to teach these youngsters.
I’m just venting today. My friends death has put me in a tailspin and I am afraid it won’t stop until the funeral. She was very important to me. And I miss her.