January 21:

If you could, what year would you time travel to and why? 

Time travel has come up quite a few times lately.

To recap: I chose time travel as my (stupid) superpower. I’ve also written a letter to my younger self and posted it more than once.

However, this question is different to me. I’m interpreting this question as: What time period would you like to live in? 

I’m not going to say I want to go back to the year I was thirteen to fix all the fuck-ups I’ve had since then. I think I’ve covered that. Extensively. I’m going to use this question to talk about the year I’d like to visit—and stay. No connection to my past self or my future self. Just the year I’d love to be living in right now.

This is me thinking. Although that’s not actually a picture of me.

I have zero interest in the future. I don’t want to go there. I don’t want to be there. Nope.

I don’t even want to be in the present. I hate how things are today. Social media. Reality TV. Constant competition to see who’s best based on money and possessions. Too much pressure. And… So. Much. Technology.

People are overstimulated and stressed the fuck out. Many (so many) are intolerant, rude, selfish, and just generally not nice. Kindness is rarer than it should be. Human interaction has steeply declined (and not because of the pandemic). People talk less (literally talk, not text), and people see each other less (literally see each other, not facetime, etc.). Kids don’t play outside. School shootings happen. A single donut at Dunkin costs $1.39 (and they’re smaller than they used to be, too). (I am a donut connoisseur.)

Get me the fuck out of here!

Crank up the DeLorean, Doc!

I’m going to 1975.

I don’t even care what’s going on in the world. In 1975, life is so… not 2022. It’s quiet. Relaxing. Mellow. I have no computer, no internet, and no cell phone. But I can call my friends on the rotary phone and make plans to get together. Like, in person. I can invite them over to watch tv. I’ve got five stations—ABC, NBC, CBS, PBS, and the local one—and that’s plenty. Oh—and they all sign-off at midnight.

It’s a time of mood rings, Happy Days, trips to HoJos for hot fudge sundaes, kids riding their bikes everywhere (and kids doing all sorts of other fun things outside), BeeGees 8-tracks, 44¢ per gallon gas, and a Dunkin Donut for about 25¢.

Look how happy these random people are. [Aside: If you are these random people and want me to take your picture down, let me know!] Those party hats. The pickled eggs (okay, no). That amazing wallpaper.

I’d totally eat a pickled egg if it meant I could go to 1975. It was a simpler life. And that’s what I need. And love.

[Yes, I did quite a bit of research. It was fun. I think I actually like this question!]

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They would even look hot wearing leisure suits.

p.s. — I struggled a bit because the 50s and 60s appealed to me, too. But I went with the 70s because they had the best wallpaper.

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