And here it is…
The first entry in a new project/series I’m working on based around the idea of me being a “Middle Age Punk.”
The idea stemmed from a tweet I saw fairly recently, written completely in earnest, that I’m sure you’ve heard some variation of throughout your life:
“The older you get, the more conservative you’ll become.”
Barf.
I immediately thought “Fuck, if anything I’ve moved even further to the left side of things, or have become more progressive. Whatever you want to call it, I feel like the complete and utter antithesis of what these dickwads think conservative means, mostly hyper-spurned on by my the time spent in quarantine during COVID 19 and the the complete and total dropping of the curtain as to how this country and it’s government/elected officials truly feel about it’s contingency.
Like, fuck, I’m so fucking pissed off all the time.
And it occurred to me that I feel like I did when I was a wee teenage punk rocker, first being exposed to these radical, underground, against-the-grain ideas and just how, fucking pissed I was at “the man.”
The difference is…
Now I’m older, wiser (debatable) and I know exactly why I’m constantly disappointed and exactly whom I’m pissed at.
It’s just now all that anger and frustration is contained within the shell of a (recently turned) 41 year old, and all of its aches and pains, responsibilities, and life events.
I think that juxtaposition is fucking funny, and it’s that idea that vomited forth Middle Age Punk.
You may or may not relate, but I think there’s a ton of us aging punks, rebels, rabble rousers, subcultural misfits, and just plain anti-social, pissed off and over-it folks who find beauty in pessimism, and if you feel even an ounce of the same way I do, you’re my friend.
And if anybody tells you to “grow up, quit complaining, and that you’ll get more conservative with age,” you can tell them Kevin said “Fuck you.”