I found out I'm old

A lot of my friends refer to their kids when listing what makes them feel old. I realized this weekend that I have music to make me feel old. I was surfing itunes for a song that I heard on the radio, I was ready to download it, but luckily I listened to the preview first... it had some pretty foul language, so I did what any other 'old' person would do.

I laughed at myself as I closed my eyes and clicked clean version and then purchase, swearing to myself I wouldn't tell a soul. As it downloaded, I smiled at flashbacks of dancing till all hours of the night, enjoying ear bleeding levels of music that dropped one explicit after another, where now if the TV is too loud I question who exactly was watching it last?!

And, as if this shameful clean version of music wasn't enough to age me, the Grammy's were on this weekend. The Grammy's have slowly declined in production value every year and this one was no exception. I watched most of the acts lip sync, followed by artists winning that I had never heard of or thought their music was just noise.

To add whip cream onto this musical sundae, the Grammy's are were on until 11:30?! I can't stay up that late, I'm going to have to watch the rest tomorrow. I'm going to bed.

Unexpected Anger

I really thought my first blog post back would be something earth shattering about how my grandmother's death forever altered my life, or how something amazing happened. But why start with the deep stuff...instead I will just start with today.

For some reason today anger unexpectedly hit me. Today, Prop 8 was ruled unconstitutional by the courts in the State of California. I am personally happy about this, but I know not everyone is. I shared on my FB that I was excited, and a few friends liked my status. But, one "friend" decided to post bible verses. For some reason this sent me through the roof.

I had to take a step away and really think about why I was so angry. I felt like I was a hypocrite for being angry at her for stating her opinion, when I was doing the same thing.

There have been previous posts that people have shared their opinions on, and I love that. I enjoy people stating their difference of opinions and usually it is done in such a productive manner, it really makes you think.

So why this time was there so much anger there? Why this time did it make my heartbeat into my throat? Passion could be part of it. Knowing the pain that people have suffered on this subject could be part of it. I don't know.

Either way, what's done is done. But I needed to state somewhere (thankfully I have this blog) that I do respect people's opinion, but apparently only when I am ready to hear it.