I attended an art show the other night to support my brother-in-law.

I’ve never felt more out of place.

Not in a bad way, just in a way that signals I am out of this scene. While I could appreciate the many wonderful artists present, it was painfully obvious I didn’t get most of what was happening.

The “In” crowd consisted of people ranging from their early twenties to their late sixties. Age was not a defining factor in figuring out whether you belonged here.

This axiom is true for any scene.

The discrimination of age is only an illusion when it comes to being a part of a culture. It baffles me to think people on both ends of the age spectrum seem to think otherwise.