Sometimes Brian and I crack tongue-in-cheek jokes about how we’re getting old.
We complain about the undergrads and their loud parties at 10:45 on a worknight. Our bodies don’t process alcohol as efficiently as they once did- more often now with pyrotechnic consequences. We no longer understand what the kids are into these days, what with their Biebers and their bath salts.
Sometimes we even half joke/half lament about how our parents are slowly but surely turning into their parents. One rather hilarious and more frequently occurring conversation we overhear is our parents trying to decide whether they have seen a certain movie or not. Celebrity names are thrown out (or not thrown out, and instead it’s “…you know, that guy with the thing on his face.”) and plotlines are halfway remembered and merged with others (“You remember, when that submarine blew up and then the lady kissed the monkey!”) We watch with smug amusement.
With that said, welcome to another edition of Melissa and Brian Say Stupid Shit.
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Brian and I are catching up on some Daily Show we missed during the week.
B: “Wait, haven’t we seen this before?”
Me: “Yeah, I feel like I’ve yelled the same things at the TV not too long ago.”
We keep watching for a few more moments.
B: “We’ve seen this before.”
Me, agreeing with him: “Wait, how long have we been watching this before we figured it out?”
I grab the remote and pause the DVR.
Me: “Eight whole minutes! Man, we’re getting old.”
B: “That’s a six. You can’t see that?”
…and this is what humility feels like.
Psychobabble 