BOOMER CONFUSION RIPE FOR HARVEST

Boomer confusion is rampant, just ask.

If it’s not one thing, it’s another, until it’s everything all of the time.

One think I like to remind myself about:

Golden eggs do not come from a goose.

Also, there is no crusty old man weaving straw into gold.

We may have grown up on fairy tales, but life straightened things out.

Straw is straw, gold is gold.

The most confusing part about boomer confusion is how the generation is seen from afar.

Boomers are the worst, and the best.

Boomers are the problem, and the solution.

Now I’m confused too.

As things play out, what I know for sure is that boomers are all of that, and more.

Some of us mind our business, some mind others’ business.

Some of us embrace aging like it’s a race to the grave, some fight it with new trends and looks.

If you use age as an excuse for doing things you don’t like to do, great.

But things still need to get done, so someone else does it, which leads to the baby boomers’ favorite pastime:

Complaining.

Followed by whining and blaming.

If you are a boomer who judges everything  based on your own specific experience, congratulations.

You’re in.

If you’re a boomer, or anyone else, who tries to find common ground, use common sense, thank you.

That you don’t get more appreciation for your efforts is the norm.

The people who might thank you for being solid and decent are probably busy complaining that you’re too aloof, self-centered.

They are not helping the reputation of an entire generation by feeling sorry for themselves out loud.

Boomer: Oh my aching ass.

Everyone else: OK, boomer.

Let’s raise the bar.

Everyone else: How’s your aching ass today?

Boomer: Much better, thank you.

It can be that easy.