Post by Prints le Some on Apr 27, 2008 20:15:07 GMT
I dropped off my grand daughter this evening at a sports field come community center where she was meeting her little gang of 15 and 16 year olds. As I drove away I pressed play on the CD player in the car. My own compilation CD started playing. Dorothy Moore had just sung the words " oh it's been a long long time" at the start of "Misty blue". A song that usually makes me sad because I remember putting it on a juke box in a pub one night in the sixties, my Mum and Dad were in the pub for about the only time in their lives that they had come for a drink in the local pub with me. Through in the other bar was the girl who had finished with me a couple of nights before after a long period of being close. In those days we called it being packed in by your girlfriend. My Mum had waved to her and asked "why is Karen not coming through", and I had to explain.
Anyway, as I heard the song start as I drove away I looked at a couple of kids standing on their own at the side of the car park. Their body language said it all. She had her arms folded and was staring at the ground and he was looking close to tears and turning his face away from the nearest group of kids. "Ah " I though " a packing in". Suddenly I remembered, for a few seconds I could feel the emotions, the despair when a girl said she did not want to see you again. The feeling of complete panic when you told a girl you wanted to pack her in. The cold grey feeling in a park after she had gone. The hopelessness at the thought that you were not "going out " with anyone.
Other feelings that had been so deep, a girl who you loved so much but had hardly ever spoken to. The " if only she would go out with me" sickness. The chase, the excitement of the getting together, the first date, the last date, the pain of losing her.
All those feelings, gone, lost to us simply because we are old. The pleasure of sadness when you are young. the longing to feel that sadness just once more. Oh getting old is such a s*it. But then I don't suppose the young enjoy being young and I don't suppose we did at the time. What a waste, what an awful waste.
Anyway, as I heard the song start as I drove away I looked at a couple of kids standing on their own at the side of the car park. Their body language said it all. She had her arms folded and was staring at the ground and he was looking close to tears and turning his face away from the nearest group of kids. "Ah " I though " a packing in". Suddenly I remembered, for a few seconds I could feel the emotions, the despair when a girl said she did not want to see you again. The feeling of complete panic when you told a girl you wanted to pack her in. The cold grey feeling in a park after she had gone. The hopelessness at the thought that you were not "going out " with anyone.
Other feelings that had been so deep, a girl who you loved so much but had hardly ever spoken to. The " if only she would go out with me" sickness. The chase, the excitement of the getting together, the first date, the last date, the pain of losing her.
All those feelings, gone, lost to us simply because we are old. The pleasure of sadness when you are young. the longing to feel that sadness just once more. Oh getting old is such a s*it. But then I don't suppose the young enjoy being young and I don't suppose we did at the time. What a waste, what an awful waste.