Happyzine 2015 = exciting times ahead

As a woman.  I like to chat.  When I was in my teens I could talk for hours with girl-friends, in fact it was imperative that I did.  Or I would fall apart with the injustice of it all, and the social deprivation.  Back in the olden days (the eighties) we didn’t have a cordless phone so I literally wore a bald spot in the carpet by the back door where I would sit, idly talking with my girl-friends for as long as it took.  Sometimes I’d talk several times per day, with the same friend and this is how the call would begin:

“Hi it’s me, what are you doing?”

“Nothing, what are you doing?”

“Nothing …”

And so the conversation warmed up from there. Relationships were discussed, school issues dissected, jokes told and laughed about, boys analyzed, boy strategies formulated, body shapes debated, diets briefly touched upon, assumptions about weddings and children and finding prince charming were voiced, and guestimations were offered about who would marry first.  Then was also the hot topic of what we’d be when we ‘grew up’, or at least what came after the all-consuming world of Nayland College .

Back then, the term ‘self-help’ was something reserved for Richard Simmons aerobics classes, and the alien concept of self-responsibility was just plain silly (we were all in it together).  Environmentalism didn’t exist in my world, let alone organics.  Grown-up-dom seemed a life time away.  And a life without those friends I would talk with was just implausible.

Twenty years passed and to my surprise we did separate off into clusters.  Some of us did the university then travel thing, some the other way round.  Some became parents early, some are only just beginning now.  Some still live over seas.  Though many of us have returned to home base.

Today I returned to the budding age of fourteen and enjoyed a good old fashioned marathon phone session.   The phone technology had improved – I was able to lounge on my bed whilst giggling and chatting.  There was no carpet to wear down anymore, only polished wooden floors.  There was no one to tell me I was tying up the phone-line either, though by now progress has also delivered an automated message service to take care of things as I chatted.  While life experience had softened the tone, the subjects were pretty much the same.  The honesty and sharing that had seemed so important to me as a teenager was suddenly just as important, and just as soul-filling.  Though this time I knew it.  And I also knew what it was not to have it.  Still the jokes were just as hilarious, and snorts of laughter came freely.

How could I have forgotten about the imperative value of girlie bonding?  Yes, today I reclaimed the ancient craft talking about anything that took my whimsy.  There was no purpose, no arrangement to be made, no expectation set.  The only unconscious goal was to feel good.

Here’s to old friends and the grown-up allowance of warm, accepting, nourishing discussions that require very little brain power, much spontaneity,  and a whole lot of love.

Today’s rating: 10/10

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