Kurt Vonnegut suggested in Slaughterhouse-Five I think, of space/time/memory/life as being a mosaic you meandered about whichever way you needed, throughout your life. It definitely seems like a mosaic to me.
Now somebody who really knows Vonnegut can step in and say, “That’s not what he suggested at all!” and that would be perfect. 
No tantrums. I’ve always had what I needed. Just had to have need vs want beat into me. 
This may be a key to you, somehow. We’ll see. 
If Glenn Close was going to play you she might focus on that (like she did on ‘jittery cocaine foot’ in Big Chill for the bed scene with Kevin Kline. Roughly. 
)
I always wore my hair unparted. Except when I had it parted in the middle for a while.
It grew down, not up.
Until it stopped.
Growing.
I understand the sentiment, I just respectfully disagree. (I know you’re not being completely serious, anyway.) He gets his way enough already, and I recall reading guidance to be at least somewhat unpredictable when you’re a feline adoptee. It just wouldn’t do to get into a habitual rut and end up with a bored cat. I wouldn’t want to have to call a service to deal with that:
“Listen: Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time….”
I won’t do that. I’ll just point out that he also created drawings and prints of his “Back Door”.
When I was a kid, I missed a class trip opportunity to hear him speak because I was stuck home with the flu.
“So it goes.”
Comedy’s in trouble. There’s little order left to depart from. We’ve deconstructed, dismantled, disrupted darn near everything. Now all we can seem to do is make the rubble dance. And that’s not that funny. After a while.
What would Big Chill’s dead Alex say had he not snuffed it?
What’s for dessert.
Views expressed by morbid green customers do not necessarily reflect those of host Wyze Labs, Inc, which is generally upbeat (approaching chirpy!)
Apparently “chirp” means something different on Letterkenny:
Good get, buddy, a perfect segue: ‘chirping from the bench’ to ‘good-natured inter-gen trash talk!’
I am pleased with this term, post-boomer. Why specify each succeeding gen when there’s little material difference!
Post-boomer: It’s just easier.
Boomers are like the
. If things don’t revolve around us something’s seriously wrong!
B.B. - Before Boomers
A.B. - After BoomersExcept there will be no A.B. because we’re never leaving!
Aw, everybody’s a critic, make your own! 
Hey, what did I do now?
If you never had to do a duck and cover drill in school you are not a Boomer. 
In case of a nuclear attack?
Yes, the desk would save you.
Ducking under the desk keeps you safe from debris. It’s covering your head with your hands that protects you from the shockwave and fallout.
You came down from the frozen north on your souped up 
scooter and inspired mayhem mischief. Case dismissed. 
I remember it being a grave event but not scary. We hunched on the floor against the walls in a hallway. It was dark, cool and quiet.
Perfect. Moment of silence.
I don’t think you have ever had a moment of silence in your head. 
I must be a late boomer. We did it in the 7th grade as part of our history class but not as a drill.
In close circles I’m known as “the troublemaker”
You made me spit a perfectly good beer all over my keyboard 
