Perspective from my elders.

(Who would kill me if they knew I called them that.)

Just got home from a few too many drinks and dinner with my aunt (yes, the one who is always trying to set me up) and her friend Kathy.

I rarely go out during the week. Occasionally, I will grab drinks on a Thursday or a random day when I am meeting a friend from. The Chicago/Celtics game was on and now the Mavs/Spurs game is on, so the bars were packed and crazy.

Even though we were shouting over the fans and drunk people, sometimes it’s a good time going out with my family, our family friends, etc. People who are older than me. People who have experienced different things. People who can look at my life and say “I wish I was 26/27 again” or “You are so young” or “The right guy, a good guy, is out there.” It helps put things into perspective. I might get annoyed with my family for talking about my fun, exciting, glamorous job (which they don’t understand), the dating scene and my non-existent love life, but it’s nice to talk to people who have experienced life and hear what they have to say.

I still take their comments with a grain of salt, I have to, but there are always bits and pieces that sink in and have some meaning.

Tagged as: dinner. drinks. family. perspective.