I had a brief and unsettling flash-forward earlier. Twenty brief years have passed, and I'm a card carrying senior citizen. The way that the young speak is the good and enlightened way to speak. The prevailing ideology is no longer comprehensible to me. I still think of myself as a good, compassionate, and open minded person, the same as I was when I was their age.
But that was the past. I'm the past. I'm the Boomer now. I'm the bad old days when people considered the unthinkable normal. How could we have? And why are we still in power in Washington, anyway? The world will be a better place when my generation and our dated ideas have shuffled off to keep company with all the other ignorant oppressors of the past. I wasn't always, but time moved on and yes, I'm the bad guy. I'm the problem.
It was the weirdest feeling. Like deja vu or trying to remember a dream that's fading.