You bring up valid points and things to ponder about and your views are fascinating.
I feel you could teach me a hell of a lot more than I could teach you about the world you seem to be primed and switched on already...
This was me at 25 Modin...circa 90s..
My head at your age, was more full of the thoughts of my next jalopy car I can buy that was going to be better than my last. On my minimal budget I have, because now I have a child lol...And they don’t sit to well on a motorbike, lol...
And then I saw it one day, the car of my dreams...or so my immature brain thought at the time.lol
It was a Ford Capri 1.6 , gleaming on the car forecourt ...it came with 4 gears, leaded petrol, lol, two doors, ford rims, slightly rusted, vinyl roof and a lovely paint job, with rust bubbles .. And room for a baby car seat...result, lol...She was.... beautiful
Those were the days...A huge Ashtray and lighter as standard, a choke that you eventually timed to perfection so it coughed rhythmically in the morning on a cold day , heaters that stopped working at the most inconvenient moment.. Usually in the middle of the coldest winter on record. And your breath was the windscreen de-mister..
Seatbelts stopped retracting, and somebody always caught your wing mirror..
Cassette players, that usually chewed up your most prized street cred tape ..
Wind down windows, that for some reason at times would jam as your trying to close it, usually when it was raining heavy.. Which meant as you struggled to shut your window quickly, the winding handle would usually break off in your hand...Which would then be flung in the glove box with the other broken off bits.....That you promise your wife you will re-fix them as soon as possible.........many summers pass before that happens.
A radiator that was so fragile that all it needed was a very angry fat bluebottle on a suicidal mission and that was your day wet and ruined, usually ..far far far away from home, wishing you had at least packed a packet of Scott’s porridge oats to plug the leak.........Ohhh fantastic days. Lol.
And we were always fit in those days, want to know why....Forget Aerobics .....We were always having to bump start our cars, usually in the morning, when we were barely awake....our week was full of running down the road with the car as well, obviously lol, then jumping in to it, throwing it into gear, hoping...but mostly praying like the pope, it starts before you run out of hill.....You did not want to run out of hill
....It was all in the timing..
These are life skills that you young adults will never get to stamp on your life resume.. lol..
And if you weren’t doing your car, you were helping push someone else’s.....ha ha ha
It was like an exclusive club, and we were all fully paid up members...
Starter motors in those days were manufactured by Fred Flinstone and Barney Rubble Independent Traders Ltd...They lasted about as long as a mile from the showroom on purchase day...
That’s why in those days, if you opened someone’s boot, you will guarantee that the person had a hammer and a tool kit or usually a tool bag, spark plugs, rotar arm, HT leads and tape, jubilee clips, rubber hoses, different sizes ....Man, you had to be prepared!! ...You had more back up in your boot than a quick fit car mechanic...
You needed it for the cars in our day..
Occasionally you would see someone in a flashy car that started with no problem, regularly.....you avoided these people..lol.....show offs that were usually called Mr and Mrs Jones’s..
....I’m kidding, my jealousy of their car was the main problem..
And the joyriders with the hot hatches you hated even more..lol..Which was basically a car built around the best exhaust system money could buy ..ha ha ha..
And you definitely didn’t buy a car without a warranty, not that it was much good. Most of them weren’t worth the paper they were written on.....Usually written by Daffy Duck for a laugh I guess...But they made nice paper aeroplanes...
Car dealers had a lot more black eyes in those days ...strangely...
Cars are to perfect nowadays to reliable, the funs gone out of them....lol...See what your generation is missing
Grrrreat Days ....
Suddenly your life don’t seem so bad.
...lol...Jokes aside, those moments in my life made me laugh at the absurdity of material things, possessions..
What really matters is what’s in your heart, and the one you love and your kids that you bring into this world. They are the best gifts ever...
The rest of it, is all just filler.
Anyway enough reminiscing Modin, I had a happy times flash back..
Sometimes I find I need these laughing days, to keep me going..Forgive me .Its been a bit bleak lately for me.. And what with isolation on your own, it difficult.
My grandad would laugh his socks off at my Capri, he drove a Honda Accord. Honda Accord owners never appreciated the sweat and pain involved in owning a Ford back then..
Of course they’ve improved since then..That’s my disclaimer done, lol..
As my grandad use to say, ‘ you learn till the day you die ‘...He was academically bright like yourself and a member of Mensa with a high IQ..But modest as well, like yourself.
He taught me a lot in life...Especially in getting a better car, lol..
A WW2 veteran of the Royal Airforce, with many adventures to his name. I say that jokingly, he actually never talked about the World War much, he lost a lot of friends defending this nation and was nearly killed several times himself. I hope, as that generation becomes part of history soon, because unfortunately they are passing away.. that this country will never forget the sacrifice they made for our freedom. By remembering the fallen , we maybe able to prevent history repeating itself and make a better world.
What a lovely thought that would be..
At least they would not have died in vain.
What a different world it would have been if it hadn’t been for those people’s bravery...
Its good you’ve fallen in love. Love is the greatest thing. Making it last, is even greater ,lol..
Of course you will though, your first love is always the best..
Do not buy her a Capri though,lol...women are not impressed with such man indulgences.. I know,
...unless it’s Ferrari or some other very expensive model..
Your a great guy, smart, caring and switched on to the world and have a lot to give. So be confident when you see her, because you have everything to be proud of.
Being young is a confusing time, hormones, emotions, career thoughts, it’s a tough time...God I wish I was 25 again...I wouldn’t have bought that Capri ,lol...
If you don’t mind, I’d prefer to stay on this forum for now..I don’t social media very much as it is..This is the most I’ve ever done..But I’m enjoying it, it’s nice to talk to you .
I promise I’ll be more sensible next time, lol..Humour sometimes, is my safety valve so I don’t dip to far into the void.. Sometimes I don’t want to be funny at all, the darkness is to heavy to even raise a smile..Depression, is the hardest thing, because it’s invisible, you can’t put a label on it. The stigma attached to it, is so hard. People that don’t have it, are blind to the people that do..
Your like a voice in the wilderness, wishing someone would just hear you and care..
I’ll tell you next time what it was like living with a Bi Polar, mother. If I can bring myself to remember those times.. They are complex people, but still have a lot to give. They process things differently than us, sometimes very quickly...But though my mother put me through a lot as a kid, I always knew in my heart, she was still my mum and she loved me in her own special unique way.
Your mother is always your mother.......And the boss...So they keep telling us ,lol...
Until next time my friend..Keep that confidence up and be strong ..