Here's what depresses me. My parents seem undecided.
My parents... who wrote letters of conscientious objection to keep my father out of the draft in '69. My parents who jammed out to Jimi Hendrix, smoked weed and went to see Janis Joplin in concert. My parents who were alive during Vietnam, had friends shipped back in pine boxes and were members of the generation that brought us Woodstock and Easy Rider. They survived Chicago '68, they witnessed Kent State on television and saw so much devisiveness in the generation gap that they were afraid to go into certain restaurants with their long hair. They saw all that shit. They were from the craziest, most liberal generation in our nation's history and look at them now... undecided.
I mean, perspective's a motherfucker I guess, but still. I guess even hippies grow old and out of touch. It depresses me because I'm sure, eventually, I'll be the same way.
