Well ya know I drank really really hard for 40 years, but I didn't have liver failure.

Guess there's no consequences for alcoholism! Guess I can keep drinking forever! I am immortal!

And THAT is what I imagine my still alcoholic boomer dad must think daily.

I always like to point out that they were originally called Generation Me. They were the first generation studied, who were more concerned with self fulfilment, than social responsibility.

It was before my time, but, when my father joined the army to get away from the hell that was home the day he left a boy he went to school with was hit while riding his bike. No helmet, no shit, no protective gear, no breaks. He didnt survive. There were two kids on the bike (17 years old but you get what I mean), we broke all the bones in his legs, barely survived.

Its 100% survivors bias, I know plenty of people my age who were seriously hurt in bicycle accidents too, myself included. I think some of that pain of crashing is fine, its part of learning how to take safety seriously. But somenpeople never learn.

Friend got hit by a car when on bike, went flying, rolled over the car, smacked into the road.

Got up, checked bike first, sighted and started dragging it's carcass back home.

...but to be honest, dude was kinda indestructible and totally the exemption in every dangerous situaiton.

I hit my head on the pavement bicycling drunk while my helmet was sitting on my desk at work. Ask me how fun the two weeks after that concussion was.

I got hit by a car while biking without a helmet! Toppled up onto their hood and slid off once they came to a complete stop. Totalled the bike. I just got really fucking lucky and didn't hit my head. Would not advise.

I was just lazy and didn't go back up to my apartment once I got down and realized I had forgotten the helmet, because it was "just a short ride to the park". Never again.

I've been hit by cars before on my bicycle. Six times.

You know what it was, every single time? The driver was turning right, and looking for oncoming traffic from the left. I tried to cross, and didn't know they hadn't seen me. Ran over my front tire, or just knocked me over.

I'm damn lucky those were all extremely slow speed collisions and they stopped as soon as they heard me scream. But honestly? Fuck cars. I shouldn't have been forced to cross at the sidewalk to begin with. And they should have been looking for pedestrians anyway.

Boomers aren’t able to see anything beyond themselves. They lack empathy to a degree that’s insane. A Generation of Sociopaths as Bruce Gibeny says.

Before some boomer comments “not me!” (Because everything is about them) just look at the fucking world and the way boomers behave.

All the non-conservative boomers were fucking murdered.

Ya a whole day pretty bad. You're lucky you woke up, pretty sure that was a coma. If your out for 20 - 30 mins you pretty much received brain damage.

I have had a concussion as an 11 year old, and have absolutely zero memory of what happened or how. It probably involved my bike, since that was outside when I somehow stumbled back home (which I also don't remember).

My brain goes from two or three days pre-concussion, to having the absolute worst time with my parents waking me every hour at night for no clear reason and my arm being broken. I think I have some vague delirious memories from that, but none of them make sense, and maybe I inveted them afterwards.

It was not a fun time, and a helmet would have probably prevented that. There's no permanent damage, i think, but that was extremely lucky.

I thought that was just my father.
He also told me many times how that was their chewing gum.

And also the bottle of mercury they used to pour down a slide.
Oh, and also the tradition of melting lead on Christmas and pouring it into water, getting prediction of the future.

Right after I graduated middle school, three guys were riding in the back of an El Camino that took a curve too fast. All but one were killed quite nastily. Driver too. That was 1972, and the sole survivor still isn't doing well. So much for the good Old Days when kids were free.

Ask this Joneser about all this shit boomers get nostalgic over. I'll tell you the real story.

had a teacher in college

Did he experience the head injury as a child? Or was he riding a bike without a helmet while he was a teacher in college?

Years ago I had aanager who was really into road biking. Without going into detail, he came off his bike and took a hard hit to his head. He was wearing a helmet (and it would have been a good one, like most people into the sport do) but still had brain damage. He's very lucky that he made a full recovery. If he had no helmet he would be dead.

Thank you. I was looking at the cars and thinking this was 1970s.

I did shit as a kid I’d never have let my kid even think about. I should have died several times until my mid 20s.

I taped firecrackers to my pants to blow holes in them so I could look " Grunge". That's how fucking dumb i was. Anyways Fuck Gen-X. We suck too. I really can't stand the Chest-beating i see online by some of us sometimes. I feel like saying, , "shut up, you neglected dipshit!". But eh what's the point?

But practicing falling down safely. Ukemi.

Ukemi (受け身) refers to the art of safe falling and breakfalls in Japanese martial arts

Just as advice, you don't even need to go to martial arts class to get this; various activities have tutorials on falling "correctly", even theater! Even if you (the reader) don't get a formal lesson, let me share the basics :

0. Be aware of your surroundings
1. Bend your knees when you fall, absorbing the impact
2. Roll to transfer the vertical momentum to horizontal momentum
3. Curve your back to assist on point 2 (NB : do not do funky things on your back if you are about to smack your back INTO something)

Better yet, have a spotter (someone who is there to make sure you don't fall off whatever thing you are on).

I learnt the last one from trampolining and indoor climbing.

Every street is North America is a highway. Straight, level, smooth, and intended for fast driving. The continent has designed streets not safe for human presence, fully supported by the older generations, and now they have the gall to complain about kids sitting indoors all of the time.

I have two very visible on my chins from those meat grinder petals on bikes back then. And a dark place on my right arm due to trying to ride a wheelie way too fast on sandy pavement and sliding on same sandy pavement for a good 20 ft on that arm. Basically like taking an angle grinder with a sanding disc to my arm for several seconds. Fun times….

But isn't that also survivor bias in a way? Because those who understand it, don't post stuff like this and therefore don't get noticed. Is like the joke "How do you recognize a vegan? They tell you – every five minutes". People told me the joke, not knowing that I'm a vegan, because I didn't tell them because why would I.

Irony or just the effects of moderate nonfatal tbis perhaps amongst the survivors?

"I saw a person outside of a local bar past 10pm, they should close the place down!"

So fun. Segregation and rampant racism everywhere.

Flag football was meant to replace tackle football. Rather than stopping the ball being based on takedowns, the players wear a belt with flags on their hips. If an opposing player yanks a flag off the belt, that's where the stop is counted.

Oh, but nooooo, it's not manly and powerful and warrior-like enough. So it never really got popular outside of high school gym class.