I'm not one to dwell on the "Oh, there were simpler times and I wish we could go back" type of things. Unless I could throw out all smart phones and actually make people have social lives, that don't involve proving to everyone how much they have social lives, but I digress. There are things that I should hate, but I don't because they are nostalgic.
I love old ass janky wall heaters. The kind where you have to make sure you keep the pilot light lit, and it really only heats the room it is located in. It makes a crazy clicking noise for about five minutes after it gets the room up to the desired temperature. This should be maddening, but I love it. Why do I love it? When I was little my grandmother's house had one. That's the only reason I can come up with for why I don't want to tear this thing off the wall, and pull an Office Space on its ass. I love it.
I love cuckoo clocks. Again, as long as I can remember my grandmother had one that my uncle had sent her when he was stationed in Germany in the 60s. The thing clicks twice a second, then a bird comes out at half past the hour. On the hour the bird cuckoos however many times to match the hour, then a song plays while little wooden people dance around. This should be something I detest. Lord knows this thing does NOT go with the decor in my home. But it's in my bedroom, sure to drive anyone mad who isn't used to such a thing. Mine doesn't currently cuckoo as it's broke, but the clicking is something that Rich puts up with. He's kind of a saint that man.
Mine is a tiny one. Do you know how much cuckoo clocks cost?? The one my folks has has a lady that pulls a bell and my sister's has people drinking beers. Mine has none of these things, and it still cost my mom upwards of 300 bucks in Germany. We like Germany, my family.
Oh, did you think the nostalgic shit was going to stop there? Well, you're wrong. On the way in to work How Soon Is Now by The Smiths came on the radio. That is the first song I ever danced to at a dance club, when I was 15. So now the rest of the day will be spent with me remembering the days of white make up and pointy shoes. Short skirts with garter belts and thigh high tights. Boys who wore skirts and eyeliner before there was such thing as "guyliner." Anne Rice novels which totally kick the ass of the works of the vampire novelist who shall not be named in my blog.
I could go on and on. I'm just really glad that with all that I've gone through in life, and with the fact that my mind could easily fall to bad times and hardships, I have many fond memories and that's what I choose to focus on. And maybe, just maybe, I just got How Soon Is Now stuck in your head. That's a good thing.
I love coocoo clocks too! I have one on my wall. There is something special about them :)
ReplyDeleteThat's funny about the spork obsession! Maybe you should write a blog entry on the history of your name "Sporkgasm".
Have a great weekend!!
There really is. I find the ticking soothing. I hope I am never around a bomb. I probably wouldn't try and diffuse it. I'd just fall asleep instead.
ReplyDeleteI did an entry about how I came to love sporks. The sporkgasm name was my name on MySpace...back in the day! Obviously it was just a mix of spork and orgasm, 'cause I really do like sporks.
You have a great weekend as well lady!
The heater in my house isn't a wall heater... it looks like a big beige television, and where the screen is, you can see the stovetop-looking strip of blue flames. And it makes the clicking noise. I like it too. It's comforting.
ReplyDeleteI think my key collection is based in nostalgia, too.
Did you keep journals as a teenager? I find it so weird to go back through those things. I have tons of them. I don't remember writing most of them.
(grappo)
You know I don't save that kind of stuff. It just feels like unnecessary hoarding to me. I have one memory book with stuff back to kindergarten. It has a chapter of a book I wrote when I was 10, which is pretty neat. I really loved Sweet Valley High back then, and you can see that in my writing. Haha.
ReplyDeleteI have a wall heater in my house, I love it for pretty much the same reason you love yours. And, there's nothing like coming in from the cold, and standing back against the heater so your back and butt get toasty warm,and the plopping on the couch to try to hold that heat in. I live in what was my grandmother's house, until she died, so I associate the wall heater booty warmth with the comfort of my grandmother.
ReplyDeleteI don't stand against the heater 'cause once I burned one of my coats on one. For me it's more the sounds of the heater I respond to. And since gma just passed recently, it's gotten a little more comforting.
ReplyDelete