I don’t get this nostalgia for the “good old days”. I don’t really engage people who pine on and on about what they miss about their childhood. I just keep quiet and let them keep making buggy whips or whatever they do.
It's not even that far back. I grew up in the 70s and 80s which was the tail-end of it; so when people talk about the good old days, they are talking about post-WWII.
It was a totally different mentality, the little things, like playing outside all day until the street-lights came on, playing with reckless abandon, riding bikes for miles.
That's what "the good old days" is really referring to.
Well, you say that now. In twenty years you'll be pissing and moaning, "These damned kids! In my day we were free to think and speak, and didn't have chips implanted in our heads so that every time we remembered how good it used to b' (bzzzzzt) ...what was I talking about?"
>>I dont get this nostalgia for the good old days. I dont really engage people who pine on and on about what they miss about their childhood. I just keep quiet and let them keep making buggy whips or whatever they do.
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If you can’t operate without electronic technology you are all but useless.
“I dont get this nostalgia for the good old days. I dont really engage people who pine on and on about what they miss about their childhood.”
So you think being able to tell time according to an analog clock - like you find on library walls, in offices and boardrooms, on factory floors, in homes - is nostalgia?
"Always be memorable." -- Alberta's Child
When I was just a boy, there was no such thing as digital clocks. When I had to wake up for my paper route, I had to hand-wind an alarm clock that still had an hour hand, a second hand and a minute hand with a little silver needle that got set at the time you wanted to wake up. You had to pull out a knob in the back and mechanically move it there yourself.
If you wanted the alarm to go off, you had to pull out another knob in the back but you had to push it back in when you woke up or the alarm would go off again 12 hours later.
It was a little complicated telling time by reading where the hands were and you had to learn arcane expressions like "quarter to nine" when these days you just say 8:45.
All in all, it was a great experience and I have very fond memories of that little alarm clock that had to be wound up each night by hand.
Another arrogant and delusional “either -or” Twit??