Tuesday, July 02, 2013

All you need is love - and a bit of confidence

I was listening to the Beatles in the car and All You Need is Love came on. Instantly I was back in the 60s and feeling the love. They were great days.



I was thinking that when suddenly I said (to myself in the car), 'No, they weren't.'

They were great days. The sixties decade was a fabulous time of excitement and change and hope. I'm so glad I was alive for it. But personally it was a horrible time. When I really think about it and don't let myself be carried away by the spirit of the 60s I remember a desperately shy teenager with no friends and who never went out to all these exciting places. I got my thrills from Top of the Pops, Jackie magazine and imagining I was someone different who was really living this dream.

My best friend, with whom I'd more or less grown up, went to a different school and her life took an alternate direction. She was out having fun while I was doing homework, watching television and wishing I were different.

No, my teen years weren't my favourite. It's taken me a long time to get to a place where I am happy - most of the time - with whom I am. I'm still uncomfortable in crowds, or with people generally. I'm very rarely really me but that's okay: I'm better at acting now.

2 comments:

Leslie: said...

My teen years weren't the best, either, because my father was so strict that he didn't allow any of us girls to go out to see movies or listen to the pop music on the radio. Of course, we did when he wasn't around, but it did put a damper on our lives and we never had friends over. Consequently, I went a bit wild at uni where I lived, feeling finally liberated!

Liz said...

I think my mother was over-protective and she made me nervous too, leslie.