“Not Everybody”. I said this out loud, actually startling myself. I was driving home from New Jersey yesterday with the radio tuned to hits from the 1980s, when Everybody’s Working for the Weekend comes on.
I listened to the station for maybe another hour. Then I shut it off. It seems all those songs from the decade I grew up in had lost their personal relevance. Now, just catchy tunes void of the emotion they once instilled in me.
Not that these songs didn’t take me back to a different time in my life. They did. Still, I simply couldn’t attach any emotion to them. It was like leafing through a stack of color-drained snapshots that I was somehow magically airbrushed from. It felt like the scene from Back to the Future where Marty McFly (Michael J. Fox) sees himself fade from a photograph, only to look at his hands and see they are translucent as well.
Just for kicks (and a weird sense of unimaginable hope), I quickly punched the car to eighty-eight miles per hour for a few seconds matching the required speed from the movie. I looked skyward hoping for even a single bolt of lightning to streak from the ominously threatening skies. Nothing!
When all of this was done, I eased back to my law-abiding cruising speed and was sad to realize that time travel eluded me. Really, I was upset that the impossible didn’t happen! Where’s a fluxin’ flux capacitor when you need one? Can I get one fluxin’ order of 1.21 jigawatts, please?
It was such a lonely drive.. alone with my thoughts. Strangely, these were thoughts that wouldn’t leave me alone.
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