Wednesday, July 09, 2003
Question for the day: How old is too old to live with your parents?
sigh... a tough topic of conversation for me. I mean, how long can you really mooch off the generosity of a loved-one before your self-respect and creativity go out the window? By creativity I'm suggesting that one must be cracking on top of things to find fresh and exciting ways to use macaroni and cheese, or to make clothes smell tropical-sunshiney without a washing machine. When the luxuries in life are all provided for, where does all the adventure go? Right out the drive-thru window. No prospective employer should overlook the fertile ground of a college mind, one who is incessantly bombarded with the predicament of how to study when his or her roommates are throwing a stomp in their flat. Speaking of which, the innovation of roommates is another question to consider with the previous query in mind (i.e. the age of accountability when one's dignity require they leave the feather-coated nest to dwell on an investment-liability floater down by the river). At first reflection, simply the genius of reducing rent costs seems the major benefit of "house-sharing". However, in deeper probing, it is obstinately apparent to anyone who has ever worked in a think-tank that ideas always flourish more in the presence of many different "thinking-types". Laymen's terms: if 2 heads are better than 1, certainly a whole house full of thinkers would near-border on ingenious. Hence, the resourcefulness that comes out of college-dominated towns. One such example comes from a friend living in Provo, UT, a place known for its wet-behind-the-ears kind of fun that only comes from a town full of students who don't drink. Her brilliant example was that of investing in $7 chairs for the porch (and she assures me they are an investment), waiting for the plethora of joggers that go by, then blasting the theme music from Chariots of Fire while madly cheering as they pass. Where else could you find such fresh ingenuity to adopt your themes of entertainment to the reality surrounding you?
Clearly, the answer to my afore-mentioned question is simple. When does a child ease from the leather-couch comforts of an upper-class home? Based on the logic given above, the assumed age would be around year 12, before any adult-like habits set in. Clearly, one can't be assaulted by the Barry Manilow-listening generation without their growth (physical and emotional) being stunted for life. It would clearly be better for all delinquents involved to find jobs at their local computer programmer, where they could easily take over the company since they apparently lived with computers actually as a fetus, and thus support themselves in a high-income-upper-class home that makes their parents' look like a floating boat on the banks of Hong Kong. Yes, they are the world, they are the future, so they better get out now and start making it better for the rest of us, since we've obviously failed our task. As long as they don't want to move back in when their dot.com fails. Don't worry-- their roommates will think of something.
sigh... a tough topic of conversation for me. I mean, how long can you really mooch off the generosity of a loved-one before your self-respect and creativity go out the window? By creativity I'm suggesting that one must be cracking on top of things to find fresh and exciting ways to use macaroni and cheese, or to make clothes smell tropical-sunshiney without a washing machine. When the luxuries in life are all provided for, where does all the adventure go? Right out the drive-thru window. No prospective employer should overlook the fertile ground of a college mind, one who is incessantly bombarded with the predicament of how to study when his or her roommates are throwing a stomp in their flat. Speaking of which, the innovation of roommates is another question to consider with the previous query in mind (i.e. the age of accountability when one's dignity require they leave the feather-coated nest to dwell on an investment-liability floater down by the river). At first reflection, simply the genius of reducing rent costs seems the major benefit of "house-sharing". However, in deeper probing, it is obstinately apparent to anyone who has ever worked in a think-tank that ideas always flourish more in the presence of many different "thinking-types". Laymen's terms: if 2 heads are better than 1, certainly a whole house full of thinkers would near-border on ingenious. Hence, the resourcefulness that comes out of college-dominated towns. One such example comes from a friend living in Provo, UT, a place known for its wet-behind-the-ears kind of fun that only comes from a town full of students who don't drink. Her brilliant example was that of investing in $7 chairs for the porch (and she assures me they are an investment), waiting for the plethora of joggers that go by, then blasting the theme music from Chariots of Fire while madly cheering as they pass. Where else could you find such fresh ingenuity to adopt your themes of entertainment to the reality surrounding you?
Clearly, the answer to my afore-mentioned question is simple. When does a child ease from the leather-couch comforts of an upper-class home? Based on the logic given above, the assumed age would be around year 12, before any adult-like habits set in. Clearly, one can't be assaulted by the Barry Manilow-listening generation without their growth (physical and emotional) being stunted for life. It would clearly be better for all delinquents involved to find jobs at their local computer programmer, where they could easily take over the company since they apparently lived with computers actually as a fetus, and thus support themselves in a high-income-upper-class home that makes their parents' look like a floating boat on the banks of Hong Kong. Yes, they are the world, they are the future, so they better get out now and start making it better for the rest of us, since we've obviously failed our task. As long as they don't want to move back in when their dot.com fails. Don't worry-- their roommates will think of something.
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