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How Would YOU Define The 80's, The 90's & The 21st Century?

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11. Posted by Q' (Travel Guru 1987 posts) 8y

80's :- dreaming of the future
90's :- dreams coming into reality
00's :- realizing I wanted new dreams

C'est la vie !!

12. Posted by bes (Budding Member 19 posts) 8y

This is an interesting thread.. hmmmm...

80's.. when i was age 0-8 years old. the time when cartoons were hand-drawn (no computer aided effects) and were more towards magical journeys. kids were taken care by grandparents when parents were away working. and we just played outside with other kids in the neighbourhood with no worries abt being kidnapped or hit by cars.

90's.. strangely the one thing i remembered abt this era was the hype abt 'the end of the world as we know it' when we were nearing the millenium. all the talk abt disasters, judgement day, aliens coming to rule the world and ppl preparing for the end. at one time, i was worried abt it too but look what happened. we are still alive and well in 2008.. oh yeah, and haze...

2000-2008.. kids go missing for no good reasons. ppl get slashed just to steal their purses or handbags. ppl no longer talk to each other except via world wide web. and the music is no better than 80's music.. 80's music rock, man!

13. Posted by james (Travel Guru 4136 posts) 8y

The 1980's for me were a real mixed bag.

During 1980 I turned 14 years of age. School was too easy, I had heaps of friends, and a group of us would meet after school and ride our bikes around Oatley Park. I was introduced to the delights of owning a CB radio (it was a Roberts RCB 55 and cost me $15) and the size of my world really grew. I'd be talking to people late into the night and I had a really strong group of CB friends, some of whom I'd never met.

As the 1980's progressed, my high school marks went from extremely good to way below average. At 16 years of age, I changed schools and did my final school years in a private school in Sydney. I met two very good guys at this school, one of which I went drinking with only last Friday night. At the end of 1984, I'd finished school with what could only be described as poor results, and my confidence was shot. I'd gone from performing in the top 5% of my classes to probably performing in the bottom 20%. I always wanted to go to university and study accounting and I'd bummed out.

1985 was the beginning of a difficult time for me. I found a job, but couldn't shake the lack of confidence in myself. At the end of the year I met a girl and we ended up together until 1989. It was a depressing relationship that was a total waste of time. In 1987 my sister married a guy who I was very unsure about. He was all charm and apple pie in front of my parents, but he had a wild, unstable streak in him that was unsettling. I remember going over to their house one day and finding a rifle in the garage. I suspect he was keeping it on behalf of someone rather than putting it to use himself, but it unsettled me.

Also around this time one of my two school friends (from my new school) started acting peculiar. The three of us were out one night with our repsective girlfriends, and my friend started acting totally out of character and began behaving in a bizzare manner. Over the coming year, he was diagnosed wth schizophrenia and was eventually institutionalised. It was pretty heartbreaking as we were very close and we spent a lot of time with him when he was released on a temporary basis. My friend and I received a distressed call from his father one day saying that he'd gone missing, and his family and us spent the weekend searching various areas of Sydney for him - his favourite cinema, etc - looking and handing out flyers. After a fruitless weekend I went back to work on Monday. That night his father called and told me that he had been found dead in Sydney Harbour. My other school friend and I were pallbearers at his funeral a few days later. It was truly harrowing.

My sister's marriage ended up lasting all of 18 months, and she moved back home. She left him, but he left her with a lot of unpaid debts and disappeared back to Eastern Europe where his family was from.

1989 was a real turning point for me. I really took control of my life and things started turning around. I'd become a pack-a-day smoker but in March, I gave it up overnight and have not smoked since. I went on a European holiday with my girlfriend and broke up with her while we were away (that was not my plan but her behaviour was intolerable). I had what probably was the best 6 weeks overseas in my life. I met some truly, truly inspirational people and had rid myself of a lot of angst, bad habits, lack of confidence, and a few other things. I returned home a new and happy person.

In the latter part of 1989 I was an univited guest at a party with another friend of mine. We'd basically had a few beers somewhere and turned up at this house where there was a party underway. We entered the party (well, my friend pushed me through the front door) and were pretty much made to feel welcome. The birthday girl was a foreign looking beauty who took my breath away. I danced, talked to and flirted with her for most of the night, and upon leaving I took down her phone number. I was totally besotted with her and we started going out together. I spent the latter half of 1989 in a dreamlike state with this girl. We went out, went to parties, fell asleep on the beach and did all sorts of stuff together. She was totally amazing and the exact opposite of what I was used to in a girl. She was studying at university and inspired me to do some study.

I committed myself to study and enrolled in a course run by the stock exchange. I had been in a fairly good job in a stockbroking firm for a few years (with reasonable pay, but not the big bucks) and decided to take the plunge. I finished the 1980s having excelled in my subjects, with renewed confidence and a real positive and happy outlook on life. I had a totally amazing girlfriend. I was on a high.

I reckon the hardest time of your life is your late teens / early 20's.

[ Edit: Edited on Jul 22, 2008, at 4:22 AM by james ]

14. Posted by tway (Travel Guru 7273 posts) 8y

Thank you for sharing that with us, James! Consider yourself hugged from overseas.

15. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 8y

Quoting tway

Thank you for sharing that with us, James! Consider yourself hugged from overseas.

No kidding! That was a great life story, James!! Now I'm waiting on James: The 90s Years. ;)

And I agree, the teens and 20s are their own learning curve to be sure. I misspent mine in the 60s & 70s. We still wrote on stone tablets back then. Or was it we were just stoned back then. I keep forgetting.

16. Posted by Araluen (Respected Member 346 posts) 8y

Thankyou for telling your story James. That was a very brave thing to do and I think you have a lot of courage.:)

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