It's Not Just the Younger Generation: A Story About the Generation Gap

Well, it's not just in nursing care, but when you work with people younger than your own children, you are often surprised by the gap.

One day, when I was talking with other middle-aged people about the rock band Yemon, a young person said,
“Is that tea? It’s delicious, isn’t it?”
So I just said, “...The flavor is a bit strong, isn't it?”

Well, they weren't wrong, in a sense.
Iemon is tea, after all.
It would be awkward if they had chimed in brightly, “Oh! You mean the story of Oiwa-san?”

It's normal when there's an age gap of over 20 years.
On the other hand, we old guys are bad with digital things, don't know recent singers, and can't even read the artist names to begin with.
I don't understand things like the number of 'e's in GReeeeN.

Nowadays, internet information is attached to humans like an external device, so it's not strange at all to not know something; you can just look it up immediately.
In the past, social conditions would stick in your head through news you heard unconsciously, but now it's an era where you don't have to know things you don't want to know.

In other words, everyone is walking around with only knowledge.

As a result, there is an overwhelming lack of experience,
and the number of people who think they know things is increasing.

(Knowing something is different from being able to do it.)

If you don't realize this,
(I can do anything because I have Cookpad!) you will have the grand misconception.

I am also a klutz who can't get cream puffs to puff up the way I want.

(I don't know obvious things like 'you have to measure the flour accurately for sweets'), so I fail.
Cooking can be done somewhat by taste-testing, but you can't taste raw flour, and it will upset your stomach ← obviously.
I didn't even know how to use the oven at first, but the internet doesn't always say things like (preheat it).
And in the end, I search the internet again for why I failed, and after trial and error, it takes some shape, and I think (...isn't this experience?), so I rethink that maybe it's just a different way of looking at the internet.
That's how I observe young people.

The header is the scene where 'Kirare Yosaburo' from Kabuki reunites with 'Otomisan'.

The reason I explain why I'm telling this story is that I thought there might be similar feelings from elderly people toward their caregivers.

One day at day service, we were all listening to Haruo Kasuga's
“Otomisan.”
Even though they had dementia, they were high-society people who used to be company presidents, widows of wealthy people, or consultants who had founded general hospitals.

Otomisan lyrics: Misunderstood version
Stylish black wall♫
Portable shrine festival~♫
Rough hair in a nickname style~♫
You should be dead, Otomisan~♫
That you were alive, even Buddha wouldn't know, the Buddha of
Otomisan~♫
E~sa o~ Genyadana~♫

I asked the elderly person my question.
“Is Otomisan a ghost? And even though it sounds fun at the festival? And Kurobei-san seems really into it, right?”
When I asked that, a 100-year-old self-walking wealthy widow (with 200 million yen to spend) said,
“...You idiot! Are you that old and you don't even watch Kabuki?” and I got scolded.

A 'stylish black wall' (iki na kurobei) refers to a black wall that has been burned once to make it fire-resistant, which is what a rich person's house was called.
And it's not a portable shrine festival (mikoshi no matsuri), but

Otomisan was originally the mistress of a yakuza boss, but she elopes with the handsome Yosaburo.
Then they get caught, and Yosaburo is wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the sea.
They both thought the other was dead, and Yosaburo's scars from being slashed are prominent, so he can't do business and ends up becoming a yakuza.So when he goes to a house that looks like it has money to beg,“You should be dead, Otomisan~♫”is what happens.

I'm an idiot, but isn't it impossible without prior knowledge?
If you look down on them because they have dementia, you might overlook important lessons.
That was a story from my day service days.