I do not know who or what Hannah Montana is. I have no clue why the Jonas brothers are famed. I have never watched Nip and Tuck, Torchwood, Six Feet Under, Deadwood, Battlestar Galactica (except the original), Grey's Anatomy, America's Next Top Model, Gossip Girl and a thousand other programs people talk about.
I feel like I need Cliff Notes for contemporary life.
Is this what it is to get old? To realize that you can't consume it all? To know that no matter the depth of your knowledge there will always be more to be learned and that life is, and I think I'm finally getting this, just too darn short.
Going for long walks in the sun, eating pie, whispering and giggling after sex, sipping sangria on a sultry summer afternoon, a dog licking your face, the scent of a thunderstorm bearing down, spelunking, bodysurfing, reconnecting with an old friend, the harsh serenity of the desert. I think I feel better now because no matter what I'm missing, there will always be these things to dip my soul into.
Maybe getting older is more about letting life wash over you, like how when you were a kid at the beach and you stayed in the shallow area and bobbed and squirmed and tumbled a bit with each passing wave.