Yeah, I guess it's a strange thing to say on a website devoted to acting younger than you really are, but to be honest: I'm glad I'm beyond my teenage years now and if I ever wanted to go back in time, I'd definitely jump those years!

Why that sudden realization, you ask? All those complaints about immaturity and randomness in the IRC room made me think about when I was a teen and about teens now, and I don't think they have an easy life. Now, the main issues hit some time between...

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Let's talk about transportation today. Within 10 hours, I've used just about every mode of transportation you can find within this area:
I left this morning by car for the train station, then got on a (diesel) train to get to uni. Of course, I made my way from the train station to the uni itself with my old and (t)rusty bike...as well as the way back. Then I got on a (electric) train to go somewhere else, just to take the bus from the train station to see a friend. I decided to take the river...

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Over here in Germany, we have a a groupe of people we call "ecos" (or in German "Ökos"), which is basically a term for people who are really committed to protecting the environment and protecting themselves from the unhealthy influences of the industrialized society. Stereotypically, those people have long hair in dreadlocks that hasn't been washed in ages, wear clothing made from natural material (often looks like those big sacks they use for shipping coffee or cocoa beans in),...

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...but free beer!

Yes, while that old principle of no free lunches still holds true (at least until tomorrow when my grandfather will pay for my lunch), I got free beer today.

I drove past the Beck's brewery (if you don't know what Beck's is, check out your local supermarket's beer department no matter where you are in the world!) in the midst of the rush hour. Naturally, I was cursing all the other drivers for blocking my way to the point where we didn't go much faster...

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Yeah, yeah, I know, you think I'll be rating about getting old again. Nah, not now, I'm ranting about how society is doomed.

I overheard a conversation on the train yesterday. Sitting on the top deck, I heard two girls, who I could not see as they were sitting on the stairs, talking.
"You have a lot of numbers in your (cell)phone's address book."
"Hey, be careful. Don't delete any of them. Do you know how often I had to 'make like a pair of scissors'...

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