I was sick with the flu the past week and as I commandeered the couch for myself the whole time, it hit me that I could be watching something on the telly while feeling not so hot. So I watched a few movies like Uncle Buck, Home Alone 2, National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, and other movies I can’t quite remember now (probably part of the flu thing).
What I do remember is how the sight of corded telephones, intercoms, baby blue eye shadow, and poufed-up hair thanks to AquaNet made me long for the old days.
That the “old days” I’m talking about happens to be the late 80s had me do some math and realize with horror that that was thirty-three years ago!
Holy Moly, but when did I get so old so fast?
But before anybody answers that question, don’t you miss those days when no one knew what trouble you got yourself into? When hanging out with friends meant really hanging out with them, chatting together, laughing together… not sitting in the same area for hours with each person looking down at their phones the entire time?
I know I do (or at least, while I’m recovering from the flu).
I miss the innocence that came with it, although at the same time, looking back at what I know now, the mature part of me wouldn’t really want to return to that time either because that innocence cost us big time, and we and the generations that follow are experiencing its consequences now.
But that’s nostalgia for you. As comfy as it feels at the moment, it should be fleeting and temporary.
Then you snap yourself right out of it and move on.
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