Today I went down to the area of Boston that I lived for 12 years. When I lived there, I loved it. I thought it was really cool and gritty. It looks very similar now, but now that I am 39 instead of 23,the area still looks similar, but now it looks a little scary and dirty. (I feel very old saying that) Where did the "cool" me go? Actually, that is quite the laugh. I don't know if I could ever be considered "cool." I am definitely unique and an individual, but I don't think I was ever classified as cool.
I walked into one store today, that I used to frequent quite often. They sold Tarot cards, crystals, candles, incense etc. Today it smelled the same, but they have very few decks of Tarot cards (not that I need any more of them) and very few of the other things that I liked there, but they did have a WHOLE case of marijuana pipes and bongs. I, of course, was shocked. My thought process went something like this:
- are those what they think they are?
- OH MY GOD they are!
- Things have certainly changed around here.
- Maybe they haven't, maybe I just never noticed them before
- Well that wouldn't be the strangest thing, I was a little oblivious
- WAS - still am
- well at least I am a cool person now.
- WHO ARE YOU KIDDING?
I like knitting. I love the yarns, and I absolutely adore being part of the knit - blogging, podcast listening, knit along, swapping and stitch and bitch community. I feel like a cool kid! But again, I have to be serious, I know very few people in person outside of the people that I have met in knitting groups that share this passion. I'm having a great time, but though I thought it went away, there is still a little part of my mind that wishes that I had been cool when I had the chance.
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