Perhaps some folks would like to relive their high school years. Not me. Introverted, anxiety-ridden–it’s better left in the past.
“Just order one,” Came a shout from the kitchen.
“I know, they’re expensive as all heck,” I answered.
“Would you like some popcorn?”
“Yes, Dear, that would be nice.”
Should past practices that are out of date be considered wastes of time?
What if someone were the best bloodletter in town?
“Last week I went to Cyrus because I was feeling a bit phlegmatic. I didn’t feel a thing when he pricked my arm.”
It shouldn’t matter because no one knew any different back then.
People were accustomed to dealing with pain.
They were offered whiskey or a bullet to bite on–if they were lucky.
Some cultures still used horses and buggies. It was part of their religious beliefs. Did that make the practice a waste of time?
“Why did men always wear hats in the forties and fifties?”
“It was the style back then. Haven’t you watched any old movies?”
“Your grandpa–my father wore a gray fedora hat.”
“If he were still here, his opinion would be, that people today dressed too casually.”
“He probably felt incomplete without his hat.”
For those of us with OCD tendencies, “whatever we do we’re never really through.”