Times Are Changing.

Times are changing. It's obvious I suppose.

I've been looking at getting a scooter. Yes, a scooter. The Honda Ruckus looks like a pretty manly scooter so kind of looking at that. Plus people do engine swaps. Awesome!

Part of the process to getting this scooter is getting the M lisence. So I've been slowly reading the handbook and studying that. Overall not that exciting, but a few nights ago I was reading it and I was overcome with this really weird sense of non deja vu. I should clarify, it's like deja vu with out the enviornment. Frankly speaking, it was really odd. I would describe is as a nostalgic conversation with a long time friend about days gone by, but without the friend or conversation. It was all just the sense of feeling, sense of being in that enviornment. I could remember exactly what it felt like to walking down the hallway in my junior high. It was such an odd feeling to overcome me so randomly. The more I think about it, the less I can find any reason for that to have happened. Really odd.

The big news yesterday was the death of Michael Jackson. I'll be honest, I was never the biggest Michael Jackson fan. When I started getting into music it was already a little past his prime. I think I caught the tail end of it. I mean, his music was great and all. It's not that I didn't like it, just not my time I guess. When I first heard of his passing, I was kind of neutral about it. More on the lines of that sucks, but it doesn't really affect me personally. But as the day progressed I think it started to sink it. I mean, he was the king of pop. The impact he had on the world is phenomenal. While in his later years, stories and rumors tainted a lot of the impact he has had on the world, I think the world in the long run is probably better for having heard and seen him perform. So, I guess I'm kind of sad.

Recently I had a conversation that kind of shook me up a bit. There was nothing in that conversation specifically. There were no cryptic revalations but something about the tone just kind of shook me a bit. It got me to really see how things are changing.

Along the same lines, I had a conversation with Moon recently that got me thinking about these things. Somewhere down the road did we lose ourselves? Is this what growing old means? I was never afraid of growing old, but now this thought scares me. Not old persay, but caring less about things. Having less passion for life. I guess it's more of mindset and can be overcome, but why does it progressively take more and more effort? Perhaps... is this is third life crisis?

It can't be my quarter life crisis since it has nothing to do with doing something. And I really hope I don't pass on at the age of 54. So, third life crisis? Somehow, it doesn't role off the tongue as well.