Ahh the privilege that comes with the passing of time
My mother has this saying - you don't know the end of the story, until the end of the story.
I was driving into work this morning and was for some reason thinking about sneakers - as a tangent from mikandra's post from yesterday. I was remembering back to the first pair of snazzy, serious sneakers my parents forked hard earned cash over for - it was back when Reeboks had first come to Perth and it was a *seriously* big deal that you get your parents to buy you a pair.
I had it "tough" - my parents were not interested in keeping up with the "Joneses" (oh the irony) and that was hard (or character building) going to a pretty affluent private school.
Anyway, I wanted a particular pair cause a friend of mine had a particular pair and they were perfect crosstrainers for like netball AND aerobics. She had them and I wanted them. And I think that's what I ended up getting but I always remember feeling really bad or guilty about it because I only wore them to school for sports and I think sometimes I ran on the weekends. But this girl, she totally also wore them to aerobics. And I felt bad because whilst she and I were friends and hard-core ballet dancers - we went to class 3 times a week, did pointe, one of the classes was on a Saturday afternoon which really ate into your weekend - she though, was also a member of a gym (that was unusual back then in the *cough* late 80s/early 90s) and did aerobics a couple of times a week *as well*.
I always felt lazy. Or at least didn't have the energy to do that as well, and felt bad.
And it wasn't until I was thinking about that this morning, and exploring how that had always made me feel less than, that I remembered the end of the story: oh yes, that's right, she and the other girl who used to do that, were both anorexics.
Phew. I can let that guilt go now!
I was driving into work this morning and was for some reason thinking about sneakers - as a tangent from mikandra's post from yesterday. I was remembering back to the first pair of snazzy, serious sneakers my parents forked hard earned cash over for - it was back when Reeboks had first come to Perth and it was a *seriously* big deal that you get your parents to buy you a pair.
I had it "tough" - my parents were not interested in keeping up with the "Joneses" (oh the irony) and that was hard (or character building) going to a pretty affluent private school.
Anyway, I wanted a particular pair cause a friend of mine had a particular pair and they were perfect crosstrainers for like netball AND aerobics. She had them and I wanted them. And I think that's what I ended up getting but I always remember feeling really bad or guilty about it because I only wore them to school for sports and I think sometimes I ran on the weekends. But this girl, she totally also wore them to aerobics. And I felt bad because whilst she and I were friends and hard-core ballet dancers - we went to class 3 times a week, did pointe, one of the classes was on a Saturday afternoon which really ate into your weekend - she though, was also a member of a gym (that was unusual back then in the *cough* late 80s/early 90s) and did aerobics a couple of times a week *as well*.
I always felt lazy. Or at least didn't have the energy to do that as well, and felt bad.
And it wasn't until I was thinking about that this morning, and exploring how that had always made me feel less than, that I remembered the end of the story: oh yes, that's right, she and the other girl who used to do that, were both anorexics.
Phew. I can let that guilt go now!