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Opinion: Too cool to be forever young?
The childhood joy and excitement of dashing out into a bout of heavy rain and gusting wind has never left me. I (unlike every other 18 year old girl I know) am not aggravated or disheartened by the looming of big grey clouds over my house. I do not allow my hair and make-up to wage war with gale force winds and pelting raindrops. Instead, I revel in these natural delights. Certainly, I understand the concern one might experience when faced with such conditions, but thankfully said conditions are no concern of mine.
Roughly a week ago, a friend and I were in my garden just moments before the sun began to set. My garden is quite large, and the entire place was illuminated before my eyes, it was stunning. My inner child was raring to make the most of the last few moments of a beautiful day. I was ready to roll around in the grass, run in circles around the garden, do cartwheels, rolly-pollys, you name it, I was up for it! My friend however, lay back on the grass, propping himself up on his elbows. For what seemed an age, I tried my damndest to provoke some interest into him. "Come on Kevin! Let's do something!" I tugged at his arm, trying to get him to enjoy the country air and space with me, but to absolutley no avail. I suggested all kinds of things we could do. There was a stream near by that we could have gone messing about in, for example.
On a warm summer evening, it seemed the perfect thing to do. It was one of my many rejected suggestions. There he stayed. Not even so much as a flicker of interest in his eyes, no matter what I suggested. I finally began to lose heart and got a bit grumpy, asking him why he was being so dull he said; "I'd rather stay here doing nothing than act like a child having fun."
I won't lie, the statement left me wounded. I was neither trying to be or act like a child, I was just trying to have fun and make do with what I had before me. I explained this to Kevin and the reply I received was: "It's just ... not cool. I don't want to ruin your fun, but I also don't feel like rolling around like an idiot in the grass."
Am I the only one who feels as if this chap has truly lost sight of what's important in life entirely? Is being 'cool' really more important than reinforcing and practicing one of the rawest forms of pleasure a human could expreience? Pure, old fashioned fun? Has everyone else forgotten the delight of being out in the wildness of the wind and rain? Getting soaked and blown about and feeling totally alive?
Tell me this, would you stand there feeling miserable and make a dash for the nearest shelter whether or not you had somewhere to be, or would you embrace the elements and have a damn good time out in the eye of the storm? Reading back over what I have just written, I suppose I do see the sense in Kevin's reasoning with me that day in the garden, but only just. I feel sad for him, and hope I don't lose sight of what is important to me anytime soon. What do you think?
By: I.K Moloney
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