I don’t think I can describe how bad 2020 has been in so many ways, both personally and on a macro level. But I don’t have to, because most of you have experienced it. First a virus from China showed up and pretty much shut the world down for a few months, and now idiots in my country are rioting and looting in many major cities. What next? Will an asteroid land on New York? (And yes, those who are looting and rioting are morons. Now peaceful protests, etc., are a different story, and not one I will get into here.)
It’s too much, it really is. It’s getting to me. I find myself waking up early in the morning wondering what’s going to happen next. I am lucky that I live in an area that has both not been hit too hard by the coronavirus, and is not a choice target for the rampaging morons, but that doesn’t change the anxiety. There’s just so much to worry about anymore.
But a few days ago I found a song called “Motteke! Sailor Fuku” and I can’t seem to stop listening to it It’s silly, it’s stupid, it’s banal, the lyrics make little sense in Japanese and even less when translated to English, and it’s essentially about a high school girl’s sailor uniform. But I can’t seem to stop listening to it because it’s stupid, it’s banal, the lyrics make little sense in Japanese and even less when translated to English, and it’s essentially about a high school girl’s sailor uniform. And it’s catchy as hell.
I did not have a good childhood, and my teenage years were even worse, but it was simple. Apart from the artificial worries my parents and church imposed on me, there wasn’t much to worry about, really. And the thing about that song is, it manages to capture that simplicity very, very well. When you’re in early high school, who worries about mortgages, about politics, about work, money, all that stuff? You just worry about getting to school, doing your homework, and playing at being adult even though you have no idea what adulthood is all about.
I don’t wish to go back to my high school years. But I kind of wish to go back to the idea of high school years. They’re stupid, banal, your worse worries are often what kind of grades you’re going to get in school, and even though often everything feels like it’s going to be the end of the world, I’d rather have that in favor of what’s going on around me today.
If I could look back at the 80s and early 90s, knowing everything I do now… we didn’t know how good we had it. Now it’s all going to hell, and all we’ve got is the shadows of things that were.
And thanks to the Japanese for encapsulating them so perfectly. It’s such a great distraction, right when I really need one. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to figure out why three centimeters is a rule you can overlook.