My high school sweetheart just turned 60 years old this
month which means that I’ll be hitting that milestone very soon myself. I know
it’s true but it’s really hard to believe. I realize that time stops for no man
and aging is inevitable but, honestly I never really believed the day would
come when a 60 year old could honestly say she dated me! Who would have thunk
it?
More and more I’m noticing things that I can’t believe are
becoming reality. I don’t know if that’s a sign that I’ve always been a little
slow and naïve or that the world is becoming a crazier place…I’m choosing to
believe that it’s the crazy world thing but I know where you could find a 60
year old lady who’d argue the I’ve always been a bit slow. Either way I find
myself struggling to believe a lot of things these days.
For instance I never would have believed that I would be
asked to show my papers when boarding a flight from Reno to Oakland. First of
all, who would ever have believed that I would pay to go to Oakland…a place who’s
existence I only acknowledge twice a year when the Raiders lose to the
Chiefs. More importantly it never
occurred to me that a group of Americans would simply comply when asked by
federal officers to show their papers at the gate after we’d all filed through
their ridiculous checkpoints like sheep. Agents just showed up and announced
that they were going to do a 100% ID check and random bag check before we could
board the plane. What fresh Hell is this?
I don’t find it hard to believe that the TSA would become
even more intrusive in our lives to justify their phony baloney jobs, but it’s
hard for me to believe how passively we’ve accepted it. Until about 15 years
ago the only time I had to show my ID was to cash a check or maybe for the
occasional paternity test. The only time I ever saw the authorities demanding
to see somebody’s papers was in an old WWII or cold war movie. It’s hard to
believe Americans accept this nonsense, but it’s true.
I would never have believed that I would watch a TV show
that was just a panel of people talking about another TV show, but I confess
that I’m a regular viewer of “Talking Dead.” It’s true, I haven’t watched Meet
the Press or 60 Minutes in years but I rarely miss an episode of Talking Dead.
I’d like to say I watch it because I’m too lazy to change
the channel after watching the Walking Dead but I own a remote control…I could
change the channel but I don’t. I choose to watching other geeks talk about my
favorite zombie show, it’s hard to believe that an otherwise cool and
sophisticated individual like myself would watch such drivel….but I do.
It’s hard to believe that a politician named Weiner would
get busted for repeatedly sending people pictures of his wiener…never mind…that
one’s not so hard to believe.
It’s hard to believe that in the span of 15 years Donald
Trump could shave Vince McMahon’s head on pay-per-view, open a university,
marry a smoking hot young Eastern European lady (no, not that one, another one),
get inducted to the WWE Hall of Fame, close a university then become the 45th
President of the United States…but it happened! It’s an amazing story of a rich
kid succeeding against all odds, only in America folks…what a country!
Is it just me or is it hard to believe that dabbing is still a
thing? Why hasn’t that gone away yet? Stop it…really stop doing that!
I don’t want to believe that more people can identify a
picture of a Kardashian than can identify the current or former Vice President.
I don’t know why it’s hard for me to believe that people seem care more about
people who have never accomplished anything than they do about people who never
will accomplish anything…but it is.
You’d think that after all of these years it would be easier
for me to believe these things, you’d think so, but not so much. If I had a
nickel for every time I said, “That’s hard to believe” I’d have a shit-load of
nickels. I may be a little slow and maybe even a bit naïve but I totally
believe the world is getting crazier all the time. That’s not hard to believe
at all.
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