Imagination was crucial to everyday living when I was a kid, growing up during the 1980s. Things were considerably different than they are now. In this golden age of technology, 1980 to 1989 was the last decade to maintain a very original era, and I feel pretty damn special and very blessed to have been able to experience it…to be a part of it.
“The world of reality has it’s limits; the world of imagination is boundless.” ~Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Although unorthadox to the present way of life, it was a basic and simple time that was genuinely interactive, austere, implicit, prudent, interpersonal, banausic, radical, and whimsical. The 80s were a sincerely humble time, and I miss everything about them. I even miss the things about the 80s that are unfavored by todays crowd–the colours, the shapes, the hair, the clothes, the music, and even the pattern print. I miss that lifetime without internet. I miss walking barefoot on the earth. I miss dancing in the rain. And I miss covering myself from head to toe in mud. Without internet, we utilized our imagination with the earth, in the rain and in the mud, to entertain ourself as children.
“Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.” ~Albert Einstein
For so long I lived in my mind’s imagination, spending all of my time daydreaming and imagining beautiful, borderline cinematic scenarios, so much that it’s difficult for me as an adult to emerge from the depths of my dream world to convey the real world. Quite often, the fantasy world I’ve always imagined bleeds into my reality. I tend to expect that things in the real world should work out, be like, and happen like they do in the fantasy world. For staunch realists, and those really close to me, it’s a highly frustrating characteristic.
“Fantasy is the essence of reality.” ~Fyodor Dostoevsky
I am an escapist, forever getting lost in my own mind and imagination, which also keeps me from experiencing the real world with everyone else. As I try to find the balance between the rosy make-believe world in my mind and the real world we live in, my soul wanders for the lust of artistic beauty, and I’m always getting swept away by the colour of my surroundings. I have trouble distinquishing reality from fantasy.
Oneirataxia
(n.) pronunciation: oh-NEER-ah-taks-ee-ah | the inability to differentiate between dreams and fantasy and reality. Etymology: Derived from the Greek word “oneiros” which means “to dream” and “taxis” which means “to arrange or order”.
From my perspective, seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses, my reality is just as beautiful as my imagination, if not more beautiful because of my imagination. No canvas or negative film can represent my life in the way I see it.
“Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding it.” ~ Lloyd Alexander
In Pieces 
Amazing. What a beautiful piece that speaks the truth of so many, me included. I’m a 70’s kid, but if I could return to any decade and not change a thing, hands down it would be the 80’s. Best music, fashion was horrible in an appealing way, hairspray was the major contributor to depletion of the ozone layer, gas was cheap, hot rods were cool, Mac jackets and rolled, then folded jeans were the “in” style…
Ahhh…the good ol’ days. I’d go back in a heartbeat.
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Thank you very much Jarod.
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Awesome 🙂
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“If you dislike your women all tatted up then what brings you to a Quora space specifically created for tattoos? This is how it is…Nobody gives a fuck about your dislikes here. Go troll somewhere else because I don’t have time for that shit. Your life sucks, I get it. So fuck off.” was your reply to me.
Very disappointed that you support censorship and react by disabling comment because you can’t handle an alternative view. Your reactive comment shows a very myopic thought process. I don’t see how stating my opinion is trolling. I said that look doesn’t appeal to me and nothing negative about her as a person. Your reaction shows you some deep seated issues and I would recommend some self evaluation.
If you can’t handle someone disagreeing with, or having an alternative view with you, your pretty much screwed in this world. I hope you find a better way of dealing with your anger. Telling someone their life sucks etcetera, might just be you looking in a mirror.
Please be well and get some help.
As to has how I ended up on the page, I was scrolling and observing.
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You seek me out….only to find where you can leave me a comment outside of Quora because you cannot help but track me down just to tell me negative things…all because you have nothing better to do other than make it a point to find me somewhere else on the internet just so you can tell me how you feel about what I said….Lol. Seriously! Ummmmm…. Dude, you are trolling right now.
Take a moment. Let it sink in.
This is you right now, trolling.
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Yesterday, while I was at work, my sister stole my apple ipad and tested to see if it can survive a forty foot drop, just so she can be a youtube sensation. My apple ipad is now destroyed and she has 83 views. I know this is totally off topic but I had to share it with someone!
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You have a great outlook on life! and i love the fact that you acknowledge that u are a narcissist and accept it we have to be proud,and you’re f g sexy .👍
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I have never once acknowledged that I am a narcissist, because I’m not a narcissist. But ummm….okay, thanks. Still appreciated.
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