You have a hard time deciphering popular slang.
I still have no idea how to respond when people ask me, "what's good?" Pizza? Freedom? Ye Old English?
On the other hand, other people have trouble understanding you.
On my first day at Virginia Tech, my friend Tyler told me that he had trouble understanding my weird antiquated phrases. Sigh. I guess I'll stick to communicating via telegraph.
You identify more with Betty White than you do Kim Kardashian.
I can barely name the Kardashians as sad as that is. I will leave that to the professionals. Meanwhile, Betty and I will be catching up.
(While I'm on the subject, Kardashian family: ENOUGH WITH THE "K" NAMES)
You have an intense inner struggle every time you find yourself liking music made in this generation.
NO ALUNAGEORGE I DON'T KNOW I LIKE IT!
...well, ok, maybe just a little.
Your friends never get your references.
I said something about Chuck from Gossip Girl being a modern-day Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice (a position I maintain to this day) and all I got back were crickets. Elizabeth Bennet would be aghast.
Here I was thinking it was a classic.
You try and use vintage filters and props in pictures...
Just on the off chance someone would actually believe it was an old photo. Let's get real, it was taken on an iPhone. Somehow grainy now is considered artsy, though so we can keep pretending.
You love to talk about how you should have been born in the '20s...
"As long as you can avoid the Great Depression, World War II, a complete lack of civil rights, and the Polio Epidemics of the 1950s, you should be good to go!"
It's about the asthetic.
You can't shake the insatiable urge to shoo neighborhood kids off your lawn.
Okay, this one might just be me and the kitty.