A few weeks ago I was stuck in an airport lounge with an endless repeating loop of “Let’s Hear it for the Boy” on the loudspeakers. I don’t know why it did that, I just know it made me want to die as it’s chipper lyric bled through the heavy metal in my earbuds and I wasn’t sure how long do Airpods last before I’d have only that stuff to listen to.
I Twittered about it, and an old friend of my emailed me to remind me that was the chosen song for one of the high school dances I either didn’t attend or don’t remember.Â The old friend did remember, with much fondness. For many paragraphs. About unremarkable stuff that happened 20 years ago.
I don’t share the fondness for the “glory days.”Â I’m glad to be who I am today, perfectly happy to be an imperfect adult instead of the impetuous teen.Â I’m an onward and upward sort of gal, I guess.Â I still cherish the 10 friends I made at 16, that’s true, but I don’t want to go back to when we met.Â I’m all good right here, thanks.
Not counting these days,Â what are your “glory days”?Â Do you remember them fondly?Â Long for their return?