Older == better
Have you ever noticed how your tastes improve as you get older? I know mine have. That's why the beer I buy costs more than $3.99 a twelve-pack, and why McDonalds is not an option when we're going out to dinner.
I suppose part of the reason for that is you're often making more money in your 30s and 40s than you were in, say, your 20s, so you have the ability to enjoy "better" things. But I think the real reason is that you're exposed to more things as you get older, and you begin to realize that you have real choices covering an entire gamut; when I was 20 (or 30, for that matter) I didn't know that restaurants did the chef's menu + wine pairing thing, but nowadays I find that's about the best way to get an excellent meal.
But I've also found a downside to living "the finer life," and that's some of the other people it attracts. I don't care how rich I get or how "refined" my tastes get, I never want to (and probably never could) become one of those snooty people. You know the type: ostentatious, classist, only interested in status. I'd much rather be the crayon-colored-hair person who destroys the expectations that others might have (I've lost count of the number of times I've been treated as a second-class citizen simply because of my hair color, but that's a separate rant).
Here's to life getting better as one gets older (and wiser).
I suppose part of the reason for that is you're often making more money in your 30s and 40s than you were in, say, your 20s, so you have the ability to enjoy "better" things. But I think the real reason is that you're exposed to more things as you get older, and you begin to realize that you have real choices covering an entire gamut; when I was 20 (or 30, for that matter) I didn't know that restaurants did the chef's menu + wine pairing thing, but nowadays I find that's about the best way to get an excellent meal.
But I've also found a downside to living "the finer life," and that's some of the other people it attracts. I don't care how rich I get or how "refined" my tastes get, I never want to (and probably never could) become one of those snooty people. You know the type: ostentatious, classist, only interested in status. I'd much rather be the crayon-colored-hair person who destroys the expectations that others might have (I've lost count of the number of times I've been treated as a second-class citizen simply because of my hair color, but that's a separate rant).
Here's to life getting better as one gets older (and wiser).