I can verify how time flies -- the first sighting I recall was back in the mid 1980s in the Boston subway system of a guy of about my age (mid 20s) in a very long white skirt sitting across the train from me. This was unmistakable -- and it piqued my curiosity.mishawakaskirt wrote:This story goes back probably two decades, I was twenty thenwow time flies.
Instead of risking all and indulging that curiosity at the time, I took the safe way out and shoved it into a recessed corner of my psyche where it later popped out, along with the memory, when I was in my 40s; now that I'm in my mid-50s, the overt threat to my existence for having the stones to be different is gone, things are better and I'm able to pursue the style I like.
Things can be rough for the younger crowd. A negative judgement at that age can doggedly stick with one for years and potentially derail careers if the judgement is bad enough and incompetently-applied enough. It does get easier with age.
So, there's a memory from three decades back. Can anybody else deepen the time-well?