In with the Old; Out with the New!


old and new

I had an epiphany in the shower this morning. (Alright stop that laughing. It’s not a euphemism). I guess I have a lot of epiphanies in the shower; it seems to be a place that’s relaxing enough to have them. (I still hear sniggering, people. Look the word up in the dictionary; I’m trying to be serious here).

I’ve always thought of myself as someone who loves the New. New what? New anything! New innovation, new music, new clothes, new ideas, new movies, new tech, new foods, new discoveries, new books…

This morning I found myself thinking back to a series of books I’d read in the 1980s and really enjoyed. I’ve forgotten the names of the author and the books, but I began thinking “If I could just get a copy of those books and read them again!”

Then the question hit me like a blast of cold water: “When did I begin looking backward instead of forward?” When did I start longing for ‘old’ experiences instead of new ones?

The answer is sometime in the last 2 years. Suddenly I would hear an old song on the radio and think things like:

  • Dang! Why did I have to go and lose my Police albums when I moved back to Melbourne?
  • Man, I haven’t heard that song since I was 16! Where can I get a copy?
  • Hmm, I’ve never actually owned any Roxy Music albums; I should get a copy of Avalon.

Or I’d think of old books I once enjoyed and kick myself for selling them to a 2nd-hand bookstore in 1990. Or (on a more sombre note) I’d remember somone whom I’d wronged in the 1980s - and there were a few - and wish I could find them to say sorry.

It must be mid-life. You approach (or hit) 40 and you start to reassess. The past catches up with you. New things don’t always have the same novelty or hold the same emotional resonance for you as things from your youth.

Ironically, when I want to reconnect with, recover the details of, or purchase “something” from the past, the very first place I go looking is the internet - which (arguably) fits into the NEW category.

  • I go to online music stores or LAST-FM for access to classic or obscure songs
  • I track down the name and author of an obscure sci-fi book by searching fansites and forums, then put in a request with Bent Books or Booktopia
  • I google search for that long-lost friend or wronged-acquaintance, or look through Facebook or Linked-In.

So I reassure myself that I’m not going senile after all!!

  • What do you find yourself looking back and longing for?
  • Did this begin happening when you hit 40? Earlier? Later?

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Maybe I don’t get what you mean, but I find myself looking back and longing for things and I’m 22.

When I was 12, 13 I really longed for NSW and to go back. But maybe that’s different as well.

I’m quite sure when I hit 35, 40, 45 that I’ll say ’so NOW I know what they were talking about.’

Either way, the shower is a great thinking space. My mind has done a lot of good work in there.

i personally enjoy the toilet better… ^_^
umm yeh i know what u mean pete i think. but are moving on mate… just thought id let you know hehe.
btw that picture u put up is genius!
and also u need to start using last.fm u used it for like aweek and then stopped it. its a great proggie…im up to like 15000 plays!

I’ll be the third person to comment here who is too young to get all this, at least in the sense you mean anyway. Although I’ve been chasing up music from my past too …

Pete, first of all, let me just say: “Epiphany in the shower? Bwa-ha-ha-ha!”

OK, I’m over it now.

Anyhoo - What you say make a lot of sense, but it’s not something I remember thinking that much about until quite a lot of water had already gone under the bridge.

One thing to remember (and here’s where your photo contributes to this beautifully) is that when you look at a mirror, you don’t just see your “NOW” - you see the end result of everything in your PAST as well!

We are, right now, the accrued experiences of our pasts. When we’re young, we tend to ignore our past as having little relevance to our futures. But over time, hopefully one day we’ll realize the amazing things we can learn from our own past.

The bottom line is, it’s what helps turn us into “whole” persons.

(And by the way, it’s one of the signs you’ve stumbled into the Middle Zone. Congratulations (or my condolences, whichever is appropriate)!