You might want to duck…

Ok…I may be shooting blindly and I may hit some folks. I’m sorry. It seems everyone is trying to be cool, relevant, hipster, chill…whatever. And from that exhaustive quest, comes phrases like these:

All the feels.

All the nope.

All the {fill in a random word here}.

I just can’t.

I can’t even.

That is on fleek. (what’s a fleek?)

I don’t want to adult today.

I need someone more “adultier” than me.

Sorry, not sorry.

Y’all seriously…where did descriptive words go? Where did finishing a sentence go? When did “adult” become a verb? Why, for the love of Jimmy Durante, are these phrases even necessary? How are we no longer able to articulate thoughts and feelings? And why is being a hipster so flipping important to people who are old enough for it to not matter?

Where am I right now?

I’ll tell you I feel and apparently act old. And I’m not even 40 yet. I do have an old soul, though, this I know for sure! I present Exhibit A:

Lately I’ve been listening to a newly created station on my Pandora radio app.

Julie Andrews. Need I say more? (Don’t worry, I will)

I love this lady. And I could listen to her all the live long day. Such incredible talent. I mean true honest-to-God talent. Have you ever really listened to the vocal range she had? Her ease and ability in light yodeling? (Check out the Lonely Goatherd from The Sound of Music if you are curious)

So this music station not only gives me Julie Andrews, but it also delights me with Jimmy Durante, Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby, Rosemary Clooney…this is music!

Screen Shot 2017-03-10 at 8.48.01 AMCheck out these lyrics to┬áJimmy Durante’s ‘Once To Every Heart’:

Once to every heart
Love will find its way
Once to every lonely dreamer
Love will come to stay

Whether you are eight years old
Or even ninety-two
Someone in this world is meant
Especially for you

So when love comes your way
Fling your windows wide
Make her welcome, give her shelter
Keep her warm inside

Hold her always near to you
And dear to you alone
Be her lover, be her friend
And you will find the rainbow’s end
It always happens
Once to every heart

*sigh*…this is timeless. And it’s beautiful. And I know it’s a dying art, which makes it altogether tragic. Because I could listen to this conversation all day long in favor of a typical “whatevs” conversation (complete with finger sign) that I am subjected to daily.

Like I said…I’m shooting and you may get hit. I’m sorry, not sorry (you’re welcome). Tell people how you feel. Use complete sentences. Use adjectives (really and very don’t count).

Paint a picture with your words.

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