With age brings wisdom. I think that’s how we comfort ourselves for living longer than many others who died, sometimes inextricably far too young. Or maybe we just see people making the same mistakes we did, and we wince, because we think that because they made one mistake that we did they are so doomed to be forever on the same bumpy path we are.
So with age then it should give us something good. Certainly is that not the trade off? So we rush in to those younger and dole out unasked for advice; with perhaps a dash of “Trust me, I’ve been there” panache. So it leads to articles like:
The list could go on and on but I’ll stop here. I’m not saying these lists are bad. They’re cliched (Love! Life is now! Brush your teeth! Call your parents – they care!) but it’s not bad advice. But do we need blogs to tell us what we already know (or should know)?
No. I really do believe that most people don’t need a blog to tell them what they know. Either they’re looking for validation for something that’s hurting inside or they’re bored and clicked on a link.
So this is the anti-list.
To people the lists are aimed at: If you have a hole in your life, that blog list is like a cupcake; it will only temporarily fill you up. There is nothing on that list, that you already don’t know.
And to the people writing that list: Clearly you’re talented writers. Stop writing meaningless drivel, and write something better. We deserve better. Seriously.
Or maybe I’m wrong after all; and what we get after living for a certain length of time is to be self-satisfied S.O.B.s. God I hope not.