Somethings in life are just really difficult. These are tough times. Families are finding it difficult to make ends meets, people find it difficult to rent or buy a house, getting a college education after 18 is a debt for years and finding a job is hard. I think it’s going to get harder still and a whole generation of an entire nation are going to have an complete culture change.
Many of us had the luxury of leaving school and finding a job that paid enough, even at sixteen, to rent a share of a house. No references, no credit checks, just the rent up front and move in. Wages were weekly, paid in cash in a little brown envelope and there was little or no chance if running up any debt. I sound like a total moaning old fart but you genuinely could pay the rent, a share of the bills, feed yourself, buy a pair of jeans now and then and a few pints of cider on a Friday. If I’d have known I was living the dream, I’d have enjoyed it more. If, like me, you had a rubbish job then you could get another job in the evening, waiting tables or serving in a pub. We didn’t do it to save up for holidays but so we could have a winter coat
Life was simple, I don’t remember the vicious consumerism and couldn’t have pointed out a brand label if I’d have tried. We wore jeans and a white t-shirt….everywhere, no matter if we were male or female and in the midst of comfortable self confidence, had no need for throw away fashion which needs replacing weekly. Beauty products were a bar of soap, a Mum roll-on and a quick squirt of Impulse which was the height of sophistication. There was little or no pressure to look good and character was more important than your clothes. Life was simple. Things were ‘easier’ as we expected so little and when we got it were grateful.
Life is different now and those easy days are over. I don’t think we’ll ever see them again. We could all moan about it or even despair for our young people but that will neither help or change anything. These are times when more and more, who ever you are you have to take chances instead of having choices. It’s no longer going to be about desires but meeting needs instead. In short, it’s not about having fun, it’s about working harder. Shit, isn’t it!
What ever we want has to be worked for, with longer hours, in some cases for not a lot of pay and a lot of tough luck along the way. The younger you are, the tougher it is and just when you think it should be easy, fun and free then you’ll actually be working for what feels like nothing more than surviving. There is so ‘little’ money when high expectations can make people feel they have so much less than folk on social media.
In spite of all that we can’t be down, feel sorry for ourselves, or our youngsters and just have to make do with as little as possible, live simply, adjust the way we live and make our own happiness without it costing us. We’re owed nothing and we’re entitled to even less.
I’m hopeful that these lengthy difficult times will have a lasting social change and there will be a collective shift to wanting and expecting less.
Love Froogs xxx