This is what it felt like to not understand Hip-Hop and see Run-DMC crash Aerosmith’s music video. To be confused by these people adoring Elvis’ hips. To watch a “horseless carriage” bounce away happily after nearly hitting you and your horse. To be the first person whose sword is cracked in two by a metal slug, announcing the first hail of gunfire that demeans your fellow conquerors into an Oh-those-poor-bastards of a footnote. To have your child pedal away without you after removing the training wheels. To understand you no longer have time for being young. To be turned into a novelty. To extend your hand to Jake Paul after losing, only to have him ignore you like the first bird to take flight, proudly leaving his former generations behind to understand gravity as he aims towards the sun, unafraid.