Am I unusual in that I have no desire to go back in time nor go forward. I am perfectly happy where I currently am. Why would I want to go back? I wouldn’t have to go that far back to lose the advantages of the current time. I have lived without electricity and I know I do not want to return to a time without it. Many of the luxuries that electricity allows us to have I can happily live without. I did find it very difficult to live without being able to read of an evening. I tried. Candle light and the dim lighting we managed to get from our solar panels was not enough to read by without placing the eyes under a great deal of strain.
I’ve worked without modern tools such as bull dozers and chain saws and it is tough, back-breaking work chopping down a tree with an axe, digging foundations with a crowbar and shovel and debarking the tree trunks. I had the luxury of stopping when my hands became blistered. People in days gone by did not have this luxury, they had no choice but to continue on.
Although I am casual in my dress I do like to wash my clothing after wearing it for only one day. I can’t imagine how the rich women of bygone eras could put on gowns that had never been washed, wearing powder and dousing themselves in perfume to overcome their own smell. Perhaps the poorer women could wash more often as their gowns were not made of the rich brocades and the like which possibly made them washable. Did the poor have water though in which to wash? Personal bathing was certainly not performed everyday. Would I want to go back to that?
I certainly don’t want to go forward in time. The world in which I could find myself is most likely one where I doubt that I would know how to function. I struggle enough in this one. I just work out how to do something on my phone and then a new upgrade is available. I am returned to the battle of trying to work out how to do that which I had just conquered. It gives me a headache. No, I definitely don’t want to go forward.
Perhaps if I were to go back I would return to 1986. This and the next few years were great ones for me. I was in my thirties, looking the best I was ever going to look, enjoying life and not trying to impress anyone or please or anyone. I was being totally myself. There were no major world events happening that made me feel like getting on my soap box and joining in protest marches. Certainly there were things happening like the cold war and the Iran Contra Affair and the space shuttle disintegrating on take off that I paid attention to but they were not sufficient to destroy the peace and harmony of the life I was living.
If I were to go back however, would it be like returning to a place you had loved many years prior and discovering that it wasn’t as your memory portrayed it. The disappointment you felt from this visit taking precedence over those pleasant memories you had of the past. Instead of going back in the time machine perhaps I will just go back in time inside my head.