oh!mr?
Merriam-Webster defines the word "transition" as a "passage," "a movement, development, or evolution from one form to another." Most English speakers develop a clear perception of the meaning of this word over time, giving it a much more applicable definition. We are all in a constant state of transition be it a literal and…well, transient one or something a bit more vague. Either way, transition in the everyday life is oft-ignored and underappreciated, commanding your attention like an ugly wallpaper pattern, or nudging you like muzak wafting gently out of elevator speakers at a department store. You are annoyed, it hurts your head, and you can't help but think of a better something in your life. A childhood home, a first love, a road trip on a holiday to, of all places, Dekalb, Illinois, anything to avoid the mundane journey from A to whatever. Adolescence to adulthood, bicycle to SUV (and, in some cases, back to bike), college to career, and…
Then you are sitting in a cubicle surrounded by also-rans and have-nots who long ago made concession to the mystical and persuasive powers of middle management and you think, "Oh wow, remember that party that so-and-so was at years ago? I wonder how she's doing…" or "If I'd only have spent a little more time in Dekalb, I loved that town," and suddenly the journey isn't as bad or as boring or uneventful as you thought it was. Next thing you know your more sophisticated, well-adjusted friends are throwing around words like "responsibilities" and "having priorities" and "mid-life crisis". And you're 47 years old, at the club, looking foolish to some hypercritical haircuts across the room. And you're mistaking those glances for an interest in your conversation and company. Because you put on your favorite leather pants, y'know, the ones your ex used to like. And you are not ready to let go of some past you may or may not have actually had.
oh!mr. is not solely an aesthetic. It's not a parade of young, taut skin and middle fingers raised. oh!mr. is not the next Seattle (or looking for one for that matter). oh!mr. is not some 23-year-old burnout in the back of the bar who's seen and heard everything and hates it all. oh!mr. is, on the other hand, not a newcomer. While oh!mr. is not quite a 47-year-old trying to keep up, oh!mr. is not against said 47-year-old coming around every once in a while and hanging out.
oh!mr is not an attempt to reclaim or recreate a good time gone by nor is it here to extend some youthful, impractical ideal into a world in which there is a feigned disinterest for so childish an outlook. oh!mr. is, merely, a transition. You'll know it when you see it.
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