As soon as this post is written, I'm going to watch Legend of Billy Jean, thanks to our new Netflix account. I'm going to watch it from this thirty-something persona, which intrigues me and makes me cringe at the same time. Then, it was all I could do not to blast Pat Benatar and cut off all of my hair, invincibility and rebellion permeating each thought. Maybe it should just remain iconic in my memory. Celebrity Apprentice with Cyndi Lauper instead? Great, the other celebrities are trash-talking another 80s icon.
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Recently, a colleague asked to borrow something that required some digging, and as I searched, I discovered one of those photographs, the ones that shake your current reality. Is that really me? I remember that girl. Later, I heard a song that unleashed more nostalgia than any picture could ever unharness. The song was from the same era... an era that was about as desolate as they come, but one contrived of enough convolutions for me to implore...
"Come down and waste away with me."
Invincibility entangled with insouciance... a lost era.
Being an adult is a mixed-blessing.
5 comments:
...oooooo, over-thinking your age and the roads you took to get where you are can be a dangerous thing! I like to adopt the oh-so-cliche as a semi-mantra..."it is what it is". :)
And it ain't what it ain't.
Precisely....
...and I hope to have the same philosophy (if I can call it that!) after next Wednesday's testing is over!
Hang in there.
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