Secret Adventurer with an overwhelming sense of Melancholia. A Lover of Things Elusive. More than Willing to Soar through All of Time and Space to Embrace Joy. And besides all these grandiose ideas, just a lot of the inane that fills up a head not bound to the rules of a single timeline.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Realizing You're Getting Increasingly Immature
The Inbetweeners on BBC America
Somehow, my sense of humor seems to have found its comfort zone in roughly the same neighborhood of that of a twelve year old boy. I don’t recall this always being the case, but suddenly I find myself laughing when someone says “duty,” or making countless “that’s what she said” jokes. I could attribute this to the fact I work around teenagers. Perhaps it’s the fact I’m supposed to constantly be in the role of the in control grown-up and it’s just too burdensome.
The nation seems to have fallen into this zone along with me. Will Ferrell, Judd Apatow, any film with Michael Cera at its center – these all point to the same type of adolescent amusement at human drives or abandonment of adult appropriate pastimes that aging Gen X seems to love. There’s something very freeing about wasting time on the ridiculous, trying to recapture a bit of youth before it slips away altogether.
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