The many different kinds of awesome…
Growing up in the 1980s, being awesome was about wearing a shell-suit – pink and purple had to feature or you were out of the gang – and listening to Chesney Hawkes. There were a number of other factors which figured in being cool, of course, but we won’t go into that here (because not only might you not understand them if you can’t remember the 1980s, but I might start to cry with the nostalgia of it all…).
But if I’d have grown up 10 years earlier, or 50 years earlier, being awesome and cool would have been completely different, of course. For my dad, being cool and awesome was about meeting his workmates down the pub and arm wrestling – a popular past time for any man who worked at his Sign manufacturer firm – and nothing to do with shell-suits. So it just goes to show, being awesome has changed through the ages. The difference being that in many cases people weren’t even aware of what awesome was…because before that word was invented it was just a feeling…
I realised that I had been left behind in the world of awesome again…that it was evolving at a rate far faster than I could have ever kept up with!
Nowadays, the being awesome experienced by the young is alien to me in no small way; sometimes I accept this, and sometimes, more often than not, I rebel against and try and bring myself up to speed. And I mean alien as if I’d just dropped in from a time-travel adventure. This was illustrated to me in a very cruel and obvious way on the London Underground just last Monday:
I took the rare opportunity to sit down on a seat and found myself perched next to a mother with her two children. The mother then reached into her bag and pulled out an electronic device which I soon recognised as an ipad. It helped that one of the children was saying “I want to go on the ipad”.
I then witnessed the children squabble over the ipad and proceed to use it in a faster, better and more efficient way than I EVER COULD. This was when I realised that I had been left behind in the world of awesome again…that it was evolving at a rate far faster than I could have ever kept up with!
Terrifying in every sense of the word, I can tell you.
Who knows if I will ever catch up with the new-fangled awesomeness of the young. But one thing is certain: I must try, less I become a lost cause with no hope of ever holding onto my favourite ever A word.
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