As I find myself getting further from my 20s, it’s important to me to not become one of those people that hangs on desperately (or obliviously) to things from their youth, but rather to be someone who stays connected to the swells and currents of the day, remaining fresh and engage and aware of the evolving world around me.

It requires proactive effort to stay with the trends, discarding old mores and likes and staying with the times, learning to like Kay Perry (California Gurls FTW) and Eminem and Rihanna instead of rehashing my collection of aging MP3s, traipsing to the store to refresh the wardrobe from time to time, refusing to move up to the iPhone 4 and instead shifting focus to the Android. And in the end, it’s quite enjoyable, as it brings new texture and interest into your life.

But people, what the hell is it with these new dork-fest plastic sunglasses? Do you people have no self-respect? Is this just some big self-deprecating joke (“Woo hoo! Next I wear a diaper! I’m so damn hip!”)?

Get some new sunglasses, hippies. And get off my lawn!

(Oh, and all due respect to random Flickr user and tagger Dani, who if I’m reading it right, kind of agrees but from a younger perspective. Or something.)