To Know Then What I Know Now? Hell No!
Lately I have been wondering what my life today would be like if I knew back then what I know now.
One would suspect that if I had the wisdom and knowledge of a 75-year-old when I was young I would have hit the jackpot. Right?
Well, not so fast.
Imagine my life without dangerous fats. No ice cream with fudge sauce or whipped cream on my apple pie. Forget the butter on those pancakes, and don’t even think about cream cheese on a bagel.
Imagine if I knew back in my youth that smoking would kill me. Both Rick and I would have missed lighting up after a hard romp in the sack. Knowing loud music would kill my hearing would have ensured that I packed my ears with gooey glop that would have drowned out the heavy bass from James Brown’s “Papa’s Got a Brand-New Bag.”
What about the dangers of high-heeled shoes, that contributor to metatarsalgia, bunions, hammertoes, stress fractures and ankle injuries? I cannot imagine strutting down Park Avenue without my I. Miller high heels, wincing in pain with each step.
Today everyone is told that a lack of sleep can contribute to dementia and depression. Glad I didn’t know that back in my early days when I stayed up all night and partied till dawn, passing out in the Boston Garden at a Rod Stewart concert.
Imagine what my life would have been if I had known the dangers of toxic fumes to my lungs. I probably would have been a paranoid breath-holding mask-wearing mess.
Glad I never knew about water-born bacteria, viruses or parasites because my friends and I swam in any body of water anywhere if it was hot enough. Which now explains my many bouts of diarrhea.
My parents didn’t even know what was dangerous because they were too busy drinking their whiskey sours and attending bridge parties while we were running off in the morning, never to return until the clock at the local college struck 5 p.m. They had no clue where we were or what we were doing. They never worried about us drowning when they dropped us off at a lake. They never warned us that we could be brainwashed at church. We were on our own.
We didn’t wear seat belts, drove long before we had a license, ate unhealthy food, ran around barefoot, talked to strangers, hitchhiked, walked on thin ice, jaywalked, had unprotected sex, took candy from anyone and brazenly challenged every conceivable danger to take us down. But damn, it was a fun time growing up when parents didn’t see peril lurking around every corner.
So, no, I am glad that I did not know back then what I know now because even though I am paying for all of it today, I would not trade any of it for anything in the world.