When we were teenagers "bombing around" (that's what we called it) with our friends, my brother sometimes yelled out the car window at senior citizens, "Hey you old bag! You oughta be dead!" Then he'd laugh. He thought he was hilarious.
Today he's really a good guy. Back then, like all teens, his brain was not fully formed yet.
When you're growing up it's easy to think you're on a different road than your parents, a different road than "old people."
It's the same road
Parents and others are just farther down that same road than you. And the farther you go, the more people there are behind you; people who think they're on a different road.
Somewhere along the road you realize this.
That's when the catharsis begins. The confrontation with the brutal reality that you're not an exception. For some it's too much--you keep the look, the clothes, the hair style. Or you adopt the look, the clothes, the style of those now at the age you refuse to leave behind.
Everybody sees the comb-over but you
Best to embrace this road we're all on.
Do not despise the era and generation in which the Lord has chosen to give you influence. It's on purpose. You'll not pass this way again.