There are instances in life that occur that serve as a bit of a reality check. You aren't expecting them to happen, but then suddenly there you are, stuck in a moment of reflection.
This probably sounds like I am about to get all deep and meditative and not about to launch into a blog post about The Simpsons, but that is what this post is about.
Yes, you read that right, The Simpsons.
Recently a cable channel ran the entire series of The Simpsons, in order, from start to finish, over the period of twelve days. I think it ended on Labor Day weekend.
Mr. McKay mentioned to me that they were doing this, and I think our DVR has a few episodes he recorded that he wanted to watch again. I have to say we watched more episodes during this marathon than I thought we would have.
But it was actually quite interesting to watch how the series evolved over the 25 years that it has been in production. (Homer actually changed from being kind of a dick in season one, to the lovable oaf he is now in current seasons.)
Being that we are both in our mid thirties- The Simpsons has been a mainstay of our pop culture lexicon since we even knew something like pop culture existed.
Fun fact, when The Simpsons debuted as a regular network show on Fox in 1989 I was one year younger than the middle child Lisa. I am now twenty four years older than her. I guess I can't really say I grew up with The Simpsons, because they never grew up.
This is all leading up to the ultimate reality check moment. It was drawing to the end of the marathon, I think it was the second to last episode they showed so it was an episode from last season.
Marge is complaining to Homer that they don't have any couple friends. He pretty much tells her that they tried to have friends, but everyone is weird, and besides who needs friends when they have each other?
At this point Mr. McKay turns and looks at me and says: "Wow, it's come full circle."
I'm all- what the heck are you talking about?
He goes, "When I was younger I used to identify with the kids on this show. Now I've reached a point where I identify with the parents."
We let that sink in for second.
"Shit, we're old." That was my profound statement that I brought to the party.
We skipped the last episode and opted to eat ice cream instead. Which I managed to get all over myself and the shirt I was wearing (I still don't know how I achieved that.)
I guess what I am taking from this reality check moment is yeah- we got older. It was bound to happen I guess, but I don't think we have to worry that we are very grown up. I mean, after all, we are relating to cartoon characters.