I wonder what life was like for 25 year-old women back in the 30′s, 50′s 60′s or even early 90′s. I imagine it was much different. More domesticity before the 50′s. More pies and home-cooked meals. Less tattoos. Then things shifted. Somewhere. And those women would have to look really hard to find similarities to today. Things go so fast now; cars, microwaves, jobs, relationships, happiness of any kind, communication…..Life.
I wonder what romance and dating was like. My Gran told me that when her and my Bapa were dating, they dated 2 months and got married. They were like, 21. On the other side of the family, my Grandma married my Grandpa when she was 16. They are still together. They didn’t have Facebook or cell phones. They didn’t have working toilets until my mom was older….I mean, things were different then.
And I can’t help but wonder, if they had something right. Taking their time when it mattered, and not just giving up if things got tough. Sure they married young, but they had huge families too. Nothing was perfect, but you never heard of half the crap we do now, about baby mamas or kids drinking Mountain Dew from a bottle. Families were dysfunctional and messy. But they managed. Fashion and technology were not as important as today’s kids make them out to be-I mean look at me, trying to live off of blogging about my own pathetic life. Years ago women would just live their lives not write about it so publicly.
That’s another thing, I guess. In that I am not afraid to be so open here. I am not worried. Because I am being honest. I once took a Media Theory class in college that stated we are not our true selves on places like Facebook or Twitter, we are who we want others to see. But this is different, this is MY PERSONAL BLOG. MINE. ME. I am snarky and mean on Twitter, I am barely ever on Facebook, unless I am promoting rhaimi. I enjoy letting people see my thoughts, and share my life, because I truly feel as though if it reaches enough people-people with anxiety or who are lost or lonely, and something I say resonates with them, I am helping in a way. I am showing others they are not alone. That people just as flawed or depressed or small are out there, just like them. I am not afraid to show my weaknesses, or fears. I don’t wear them like a badge or anything, but if I am honest, I am helping.
It’s okay to not have it figured out, times are different. This is something I am working on, daily. Women my age are busy with careers, kids or traveling, enjoying life. Speaking up about it. Relationships are fast, and hard. Messy and sometimes painful. But that’s how it’s been since the beginning of time. Looking back, the only thing that’s changed is us…and technology…We’re all tender and fragile in some small way. We’ve all been loved, felt lost or betrayed, we’ve all been scared or happy. Basically, we’re the same. Just a faster generation so eager to grow up. For what, I may never know, but it’s okay.
Life is the most uncertain thing I’ve ever imagined. And there are always questions to be pondered.