Did you ever have one of those people growing up who would listen to "classic rock" or '60s rock and ridicule just a little bit for that? i did, it was a guy who gave me rides to a morning church thing when i was in high school (for the Mormons out there, seminary - i hated waking up early for that, especially since i didn't believe in god). Now i kind of envied the era he grew up in. i remember he used to wear 70s style green leisure suits at one point.
Once you start to get older than sitcom parents, you know what just don't think of it - it is far too horrible.
Today i find myself listening to the radio on an Echo Dot (because that's probably the only way i can get a signal). Yeah 1980s Weekend! Wait, is the awesome music from the 80s to early 90s now considered "fossil rock"? Am i no better than Al Bundy? No that can't be so (but it is).
If it is that is more like Cretaceous Period rock, not Triassic Period rock he listened to. i wish like Johnny Hates Jazz said, i could "Turn back the clock, bring the wheels of time to a stop, back to the days, when life was so much better".
i frequently wonder what life would have been like if i switched birth order with my alleged siblings. How much better would life have been if i was born 5 years earlier? 12 years? A teenager in the 80s? Might have been cool. Not getting a license really seemed to hold me back in the years where i could have "succeeded" - would my life have a different trajectory if my dad didn't die of cancer two days before my 16th birthday (and could have taught me to drive, or would i still be too scared of 2-ton death machines)?
How much better in the 50s or 60. Not to sound defeatist, but it's hard not to when you've been defeated. i get knocked down, but i've never been the type to get back up again (sorry Chumbawamba). Sometimes you can be too smart for your own good (once you know they will reject you, there isn't really a point in trying).
Sorry Mark Wills and Bowling for Soup. "It was 1980-something in the world i grew up in" (80s and 90s). "i hate time make it stop". i guess i'm still preoccupied with 19, 19, 19, 1985.
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