Friday, September 17, 2004
More things I miss:
Hope for the future.
Looking ahead to all the advances our culture and society will (likely) make years and years from now and feeling a pang of sadness (yes) because I wouldn't be around to see (or experience them), but instead, I now long for a more simpler time where everything wasn't automated and there were less people to deal with.
When did this happen?
When Aerosmith (!!) wasn't considered "easy listening." (ballad or otherwise)
Less choices.
When there weren't a hundred different kinds of everything and making what should be a simple decision didn't take an hour trying to figure out which was the best for the cost. (every single time on every single item because there are umpteen versions and brands to wade through)
Who are they?
Knowing who was singing (which singer, group) on the radio no matter who it was, and which song. When did I lose touch with the "hip" stuff?
Oh, the irony.
When it wasn't a daily life or death drama (battling traffic) to get to a place I don't want to be anyway (work).
Gizmo.
My first car. Nothing special to anyone else I'm sure, but it was mine and I miss it.
My pet.
Never get over this one. Many many years and even though I knew the end would come sometime, it's never really possible to prepare for it.
Hope for the future.
Looking ahead to all the advances our culture and society will (likely) make years and years from now and feeling a pang of sadness (yes) because I wouldn't be around to see (or experience them), but instead, I now long for a more simpler time where everything wasn't automated and there were less people to deal with.
When did this happen?
When Aerosmith (!!) wasn't considered "easy listening." (ballad or otherwise)
Less choices.
When there weren't a hundred different kinds of everything and making what should be a simple decision didn't take an hour trying to figure out which was the best for the cost. (every single time on every single item because there are umpteen versions and brands to wade through)
Who are they?
Knowing who was singing (which singer, group) on the radio no matter who it was, and which song. When did I lose touch with the "hip" stuff?
Oh, the irony.
When it wasn't a daily life or death drama (battling traffic) to get to a place I don't want to be anyway (work).
Gizmo.
My first car. Nothing special to anyone else I'm sure, but it was mine and I miss it.
My pet.
Never get over this one. Many many years and even though I knew the end would come sometime, it's never really possible to prepare for it.
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