I'm old.

It's happened. It's finally happened. "I just don't understand young people nowadays."

I thought I did. I was unaware of my own elderly status until I sat in my multi-cultural education course tonight. My class is an education course so I am in there with a handful of psychology majors and a bunch of teachers who are here because their schools or major are requiring them to attend. As such, I'm hearing stories about words I have never ever heard in my entire life.

These words apparently mean something having to do with some form of music, but I only recently learned what "apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur" meant and apparently this has been out for some time now. I don't listen to the radio anymore. I don't know the songs.

I DON'T KNOW THE SONGS.

Excuse me while I break down.

Ok, so for someone for whom music has meant so much her whole life, this is a huge deal. I have a rhapsody account and I upload some new music but it's mainly...adult contemporary/aka easy listening. In other words, John Mayer, you've grown on me.

Who is this old person in my body? Where did I go?

I don't even WANT this new music. It "sounds like garbage."

That's it. I'm looking for a nursing home.