displaced
we had our regular beers, chicken wings and peanuts. off we went and decided that we should take a bus back, given that the chum didn’t drive due to presumably bad traffic and crowds in town.
so we strolled to the bus stop, ten minutes away from the midnight magic. big crowds awaited us, mostly youngsters and there we were, two thirty year old boys and two nearing-big-three girls standing there, astounded by these kids and the big bags of shopping.
obviously a bit displaced, i was sure, each of us had felt. and we were chatting where the fark these youngsters came from, with all that cash. probably that’s what you call by a generation gap? keke. to think i need to rationalise, analyse, contemplate before buying anything when i was their age (not that i don’t have to now…) but these kids seem to have some sort of invisible power to lag back fashion, gadgets and anything.
is it us? or is it them? we aren’t too sure.
so there we were, standing in the midst of these folks, baffled.
nonetheless, life goes on when the buses come.