we sit and make lists

Samantha and I were out yesterday.  Talking. Talking about how it's funny that Kids These Days are wearing the same things that were in way back when I was in high school.
You know, twenty years ago when I started high school?
Twenty Years?
Ago?

That's how you know your primetime has come and gone.  When things that were cool when you were cool are cool again.

Samantha was wearing some sort of version of something that I would have worn.  Twenty Years Ago.
And she looked all styley.

Things are a little different.  Instead of long johns people wear tights.  Instead of Doc Martens, Uggs.  Flannel seems of a different quality.  Thinner.  Tighter.  Pillier.  Brighter.  Less lumberjacky.  More, I don't know.  Urban?  Urbane?  Funny to think it's the same stuff that was made into men's suits.  It's got to have changed one hundredfold since then.

But it's all the same as it was back then.  Mensyish kinda clothes for the girls.  The same for the boys.  Hair all unilength all unistyle all unisex.

I'll admit that I'm sporting a deep side part.  A little unkempt.  A little dirty.  A little grade ten. 
I'm enjoying the resurgence in eyeliner.  God, I love eyeliner.

When I see a teenager in those sort of clothes, I feel younger. 
Good because I'm too young to feel old, and I'm still young enough to be cool, ish. 
Bad because it's sort of creepy to look at a 15 year old as a peer. 

As a benchmark. 
As an icon. 

Bad because I feel teen angst.

Fashion is the new Facebook.

Ohmygod.  It's her.  Ohmygod.  Here he comes.  Ohmygod.  Here he comes with her. 
I'm too fat/skinny/ugly/pretty/stupid/smart/tall/short.  I'm wrong.  Everyone else is right.  Someone is going to laugh.  At me.

Fifteen year old children have the capability to make me feel less.

Even though I'm more.
So so so so so much more.

So much more than I ever was then.  So much more than they may ever be.  So much more than I ever thought I would be when I was just like them.  When being just like them was cool the first time around.

I have a shirt leftover from high school.  One shirt.  Men's.  Circa 1993.  Sized large.  Gap.  Plaid.  Buttondown.  Colors that don't exist anymore.  Spiced mustard.  Dusty teal.  Neon maroon.  Grapety purple.  I'm bringing it back into rotation. 
The kids are gonna go wild over it.