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In the vernacular, I've been sperging out on Afghanistan, mostly, when I'm not sleeping. The circus is almost never not in town this year, but it's now at a point where I'm almost not cognizant of my meatspace.
I did just figure out what's going on with me continually seeing my 35-year-old boyfriend's features trying to pop up off of videos on YouBube at me. It's a completely new iteration of humans. They carry their faces funny. They mostly have very, very attractive noses. Their chest muscles catch your attention.
Their teeth are as though they were given out on a production line in babyspace right before passing through the birth canal. Their coloring seems to range between blonde and mousy brown, each, according to some time declinations only astronomers might suss, but even the very dark ones still look related to them. They're sort of a cross between bliss ninnies and gym bores and tech nerds. And donations from parents, neighbors and public keep them in earthly delight land.
I mean, my young even-better-looking boyfriend, to whom I am currently not speaking, because he's staying dangerously drunk on his wife and, much worse, his daughters, is a millennial... right smack dab in the middle of the generational arc. Jesus. He so is. Still, he was in Afghanistan in the military, not as a tourist.
pipe up any time....
