Anticipation, or If I had a photograph of you...
The time before realizing that life couldn't possibly match my anticipations and expectations.
This morning the song Space Age Love Song by A Flock of Seagulls popped into my head. The song, which came out when I was 17, captures the magic of looking at love, sex, and life through the eyes of a kid on the verge of playing adult. Remember when a break up or being apart from a new love had an epic feel? My faux epic grief and pain are quite embarrassing in hindsight. I secretly hope that anyone I've subjected to my drama has either forgotten about it or died. I've embarrassed myself more than my share of times.
If I wasn't the person responsible, I'd demand a refund for this fucking reality show I've been playing along on. As it is, I can't afford to give any money back.
If I wasn't the person responsible, I'd demand a refund for this fucking reality show I've been playing along on.
This is the great folly of my life. I still spend an absurd amount of time chasing old dreams and ideas that were never grounded in a plausible reality. I've spent most of my life trying to recapture lightning with admittedly diminishing returns. On rare occasions I'll get close enough to justify the continued efforts. "Did he ever grow up?" is probably one of the first questions of anyone from the past who still wonders about me.
A trip back to one corner of the early 80s.
Enjoy the music. I do realize that Career Opportunities came nearly a decade after the song, but it, especially the Jennifer Connelly part, fits.