I’m nostalgic for a time I didn’t have. I find myself charmed by the roaring 1920’s, burgundy lipstick, and cigarette holders. I don’t even smoke.
I think about going to fabulous parties, drowning in jazz, and drinking a fabulous cocktail. Usually, this song plays in my head:
Then I think about the 1970’s and the groovy colours, patterns, liberal pot-smoking, and awesome music. I mostly draw my references from Austin Powers and That 70’s Snow.
It seems that life was less stressful then. We weren’t always tethered to our phones and to each other. Social media didn’t exist. If you wanted to know more about someone, you had to ask. If you wanted to meet people, you had to leave your house. If you didn’t want to be reached, there was nothing anyone could do about it. You would go to college and get a good job. The middle class existed. Children respected their parents, and only started rebelling in their teenage years, whereas now it appears to begin much earlier. People smiled and trusted each other.
Do you ever get nostalgic for a time you didn’t experience?