I’m rapidly approaching my 44th year – which makes me think a lot about how quickly time passes. Yes, I know – nothing earth shattering, everyone has these revelations but they always seem so profound when they happen to you, right? Of course – we are all so clever and deep in our own minds.
Anyway, I don’t remember my post-high-school-before-marriage life as being all that thrilling and or exciting. But when I started to think about it in terms of a post, I was surprised at how much cooler my life on paper seemed to be compared to the reality I perceived at the time. And I got to do things that I never ever thought I’d do – and I would not have done if I’d not met my then boyfriend/now husband.
Just fresh into my 2nd semester in college, I met my husband- I was 18 he was 24. We started hanging out together and pretty much morphed into a couple within minutes. He was a musician in a band. A psychedelic-punk band…kind of Frank Zappa meets The Butthole Surfers kind of band. So needless to say, we went to a lot of parties, stayed out late, late, late…and I witnessed things I would NEVER, EVER want my mother to know.
We lived, in EIGHT YEARS OF GLORIOUS SIN, off campus in a house in an alley for a bit (FUN), walked all over the place everywhere, got tattoos in a guy’s house (the artist was flown in from SF so it wasn’t as cheezy as it sounds), had people hanging out at our house most every night or we went to someone else’s house to hang out, I belly danced, baked in a hippie restaurant, attended college and basically did nothing to ensure that I’d have a financially secure future.
All these years later – things turned out pretty good. But looking back, despite how much more interesting my life seemed in retrospect, what I really did during my 20s was spend a lot of time catching up on sleep. That’s what I remember the most ~ napping at 3PM. But I’d not change one iota of that time. I loved my youth – I met a lot of fantastic people that helped shape me – and most of those people are still in my life. My body aged, but I still see myself as a 19 year old and I still see my friends as I did the day we met.
So dear readers – when you reflect on your past, does it seem far more interesting on paper than in reality?