Bolt From The Blue
Like a bolt from the blue into soft tarmac .. I was idly and happily reading a crit’ of a new book recently .. and suddenly time warped.
The reviewer talked of the book’s subject and characters, living in the 1970’s..”a decade of simple, hedonistic pleasure”.
Beginning the 70’s at age 14, lost in a world competing to people-please.. and ending the decade aged 24 in my first job still lost in a world of people-pleasing .. it’s no wonder I remember it as a very unsettling time. I ended up with an identity that was a cross between a pixie and a headmistress.. and I’ve noticed I’m trying to do it again. The people-pleasing bit. Not being a pixie.
Clearly it wasn’t where I was supposed to be… as the 70’s were intended for freedom, and all sorts of fun and games of which I was seemingly unaware. Which would explain why I felt out of place while all around me seemed cool and chilled about events I found puzzling. I look back and wonder. This was one of the last times in my generation where there was – almost – a guarantee of a job at the end of study. So how is it I managed to worry about it anyway?
I must have been living in a time-warp. I ‘missed’ a whole decade. Hilarious! While others were partying in their smocks and loons, I was reading – about french-impressionists and the victorian obsession with fairies – at the bottom of a garden somewhere. (Same as now).
Oh well.. nothing to do, nowhere to get. A lost decade? Well, I could take on re-living it now.
A late rebel to the party. Funny as Hel(en).
Even if life is a serious business; it’s never too late to stop taking it too seriously.
Bolt From The Blue.