How Do You Date A Baby Boomer?

by Charles Pixley.
Arthor

Life continues ever faster. Obviously we aren’t the same people we were in high school, when we had everything to learn, wide-eyed, and our life was in front of us. At this chronological phase, we come prepackaged, we are in the middle of a journey, and have a great story, which includes family, wisdom, and a keen intuition, a list of preferences and what we don’t want.

Perhaps, it should go without saying; our youth lives inside us. We still feel, 16 or 23, on the inside, I do. Perhaps, we live with someone and are blessed to have the ideal relationship or we thought it would be for life and something changed the outcome. We watch our partner change ever so gradually, didn’t really notice the changes, as we changed too, and we observed change in ways we found to be intolerable.

Rachel Carson warned us, but our generation endures being nuked, fluoridated, infused with toxic agents, whether emissions or elimination of the rain forest to pollute or limit the air we breathe, pour an ocean of chemicals over our food crop soil and leeching into our aquifers, our vegetarian cattle force fed into cannibals. The ocean is over fished or wantonly poisoned and we suffer the selection of political or scientific leaders who blindly lie on behalf of their benefactors “there’s no evidence linking diseases caused by the aforementioned.”

We were conscripted, strafed blown to bits, napalmed, defoliated, agent oranged, wounded, rejected and forgotten. We are tried and true, battle worn. Endure intentional political falsity of fear intentionally imposed upon us as war psychosis. We stood up, spoke up, protested, resisted, shackled, imprisoned, and some murdered.

From operator assisted, to dial & teletype to digital broadband, Fred Astare and Ginger Rogers to Dancing with the Stars,” Buffalo Bob & Dr. Kildare to Sponge Bob & HOUSE. From the immortals, of Big Band and swing, Dick Clark and “American Bandstand,” Sedaka to Sedaka’s back, sock-hop, b-bop, doo-wop, rock & roll, trip on acid rock, rebel on punk rock, get pretty funky & suffer suicide rock to “American Idol”. Now it’s relationship rock.

We witness the Truth; the Bill of Rights stored safely in “a new order for the ages” gulag, the attempted assassination of our Living Constitution, and the outright theft of the entire Social Security Trust Fund. The war machine, petro-chemical, and big pharma control Congress. They mandate an Rx for direct deposit in drive-up drug stores, which replace bank buildings on every corner.

Self Control confronts Population Control as paradigm blinded deified atheist medics Rx an abandonment of all hope, as they incant over you; “you’re going to die!” Sheepishly obey without question the falsities science that rejects the notion of God, but blindly blames God, who created self replicating, self-repairing DNA, for all your ills, whilst ignoring their sponsors deeds who polluted your milieu. The Shoa isn’t over, sadly pathetic, more insidious than ever, it has disguised itself as a beneficent industry, eternal seeker of money to find a cure, never to be found.
Ghoulishly they predict your final solution and the only chance to survive is to be cut, poisoned or burned. How dare you find, learn, listen and heal by your own solution?

Some survive.

We rejected then searched for God, found God; some are born again. Some experienced the Second Coming and live with the immensity of the weight it conveys. We made it to the top and fell to the bottom, were humbled, started over & are better for it. We’ve become mom, dad, grand parent, have seen our parents go through their changes and even die.

We’ve been hurt, caused hurt, asked for and felt forgiveness, and do our best to change. We’ve been broken, bruised, in shape and out of shape, wrinkled, stretched, expanded, nipped - tucked, contracted, capped, botoxed, and had parts replaced like a used car. We walk away at the slightest hint, rather than suffer the various indignities. We choose to live alone, at peace, within our own temple of understanding ultra sensitive to what we DON’T want.

Filled with hope eternal, always ready to jump into the stream of things, a will for romance, wish to experience true love, and a renewed aspiration to set an example of a beautiful, loving happy relationship. Perhaps, now we would like to find the ‘perfect’ new partner to share life with.

We’re challenged as we easily see the effects of time on the outside of others and forget what they see on our outside. Unfair perhaps. We do have a hard time synthesizing the internal feeling with the outer transition.

Unspoken intuitive thoughts; will our kids, family and friends like or approve; be able get along, and learn to love the new person in our life. Will we be able to become what’s has now become the classic norm, a beautiful hers / his /ours family?

Aforementioned notwithstanding, Americans in general and Baby Boomers at large are poised to change the world once again as we enter “retirement” age. Through it all we are abundant in gratitude; we’re still the greatest country in the world. We are the most kind, compassionate, and philanthropic. We’re more brilliant than the Sun, as powerful as Niagara Falls, persistent longevity as a Redwood, hearts of gold, which contain an ocean of love, prosperity and wisdom is our true wealth, and happiness is our birthright.