The crazy thing about working from home is that I often spend entire days without seeing people, and this gives my already overactive brain a chance to pontificate about strange, abstract subjects, such as time and mortality.
“Time” may not seem like such a strange subject to you, but have you ever tried to twist your mind around questions of when time began, when it will end, or whether it actually exists outside of our brains? Don’t go there now, it’s a deep, dark place. Just bear with me for a minute.
Today’s random musings about time and mortality arose as I watched the Family Matters theme song on Youtube:
I know every word of this theme song by heart because Family Matters was one of my favorite shows as a kid. But revisiting this clip as an adult, I couldn’t help but notice how entirely strange and outdated it is. This cheesy song plays as each character stands in place and grins at the camera, one by one, wearing these ridiculous outfits. An intro like that would be laughable today.
The 90’s feels like yesterday– many of us went all the way through high school in the 90’s. But it’s officially an old decade, like the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s, unmistakably characterized by its blue jean vests, grunge music, and heroin-chic models. Facebook, Myspace, Gmail, YouTube, Match.com– none of these things existed. Reality TV hadn’t caught on yet, cell phones and laptops were ginormous. Thinking about how much has changed in the world in just 10 short years not only makes me feel incredibly old, but makes me wonder what our kids and grandkids will experience in their lifetimes.
What if my 4-year old starts a Twitter account called “Shit My Mom Says” that gets picked up by Random House as I desperately plug away on my first attempt at a novel? What if I try to give my toddler a rattle, and he rejects it in favor of the new rattle iPhone app that has 17 different “rattle tones”? Our grandkids will probably sit on our knees one day and ask us, “What was it like to be born in the 1900s, before the internet was invented?”
Seriously, did you all just grow a few grey hairs while reading that? I had to pluck out a couple this morning. I don’t enjoy thinking about these things– I like being the new generation, having a lifetime of potential ahead of me. I don’t want to be reduced to an old, yellowing picture hanging on the wall of some kid’s personal spaceship in the year 2214, or worse, an old yellowing picture that was scanned onto a DVD before it was burnt to a crisp in the second Big Bang.
But what I really don’t want is a job that allows me to sit at home all day connecting Family Matters videos to my own mortality, because honestly, this is not sustainable.
Do you guys ever worry about things like this, or am I a raging mental case?