Do we have to grow up?

8 09 2012

I could pad this story out with a lot of froth, but I would rather get to the point.

We find ourselves in 2012, We feel that we don’t need kids to enhance our lives with kids, it’s best to forgo breeding and just be ourselves.

And what I see is that people who liked certain things as a kid, haven’t grown out of those things, they haven’t been as pressured to do so, as with other generations.

I have friends who are into Furry, they dress up as animals and go to conventions, I think in the 80s this sort of thing would have been sniggered at far far more than it is now, a lot of people simply accept it.

Because so many have remained child-like in some ways, and it’s normal to have adults collect pokemon, ninja turtles, simpsons, doctor who and others.

Mind you, it was also much more difficult years ago, as there were very few shops specialising in this sort of merchandise.

I have been buying TARDISES (TARDII?) from a shop online which sells science fiction and fantasy items, lately.

I think We’ve started to allow ourselves to play more, and I think somewhere a switch has flicked and turned off the idea of having kids… we are the kids, why do there need to be more?

Possible?





Life without kids.

13 08 2012

I just saw a tweet which said “Can you be happy without kids”.
It’s so strange, even now, when people are beginning to loosen up a bit about “lifestyle choices” that there is still a streak of conservatism where anyone who doesn’t bond with someone by the time they’re twenty five, and reproduce, is a loser.

Well I don’t fit that mould, and I know plenty of others don’t either.

Having kids is easy, mostly, but then supporting them for the next twenty or thirty years, is not.

I for one, never saw myself as being “a good husband” as I love my freedom far too much.

I don’t like babies, I don’t like anything to do with babies… unless they’re a baby animal, of the type which isn’t human.

Being a night person, I didn’t want to wake up at the crack of dawn to get the kids off to school each day, and I didn’t want to pour money into looking after them… school books, bedding, lighting, a computer, food, water… endless resources which I’d rather spend on myself and my dog and cat.

Nor did I want to worry about where they were at nights when they came into their teens.

This is my life, and it’s not perfect, but it’s ok, Having kids would not make it better, nor would having a partner make it better either.

There are lots of people out there who have decided not to have kids, in favour of living out their lives.

Yes there have been a few times when I’ve thought about it, but I’m a practical person, and when I think of all the costs, the blood, sweat and tears, which I’d need to pump into it, well no.

When I walk out of the supermarket after being exposed to screaming kids, I’m thankful they’re not mine.

Wolfie!





Dad songs

21 08 2011

I began making my transition from kids music to pop in the late 70’s, suddenly becoming intrigued by Countdown and Sounds Unlimited.

Bands who merely played live were generally ignored for the ones who could provide a video with an interesting story to tell, and although I liked a lot of bands, my favourite was ABBA.

Of course some of the stuff I liked was criticised by my parents for being too monotonous (some of it was) or they couldn’t understand a word of it.

Early on, I thought that phrase meant that they couldn’t understand all the words being sung…. I couldn’t either, but I didn’t care.

But then I realised that what Mum meant was that she couldn’t grasp the concepts in the lyrics, and I admit, some songs do take a while to figure out, and lets face it, we’re still wondering about Knights in White Satin.

Mum and Dad liked 3AK, A Melbourne station housed at Channel Nine, which churned out “Beautiful Music” laid back versions of old and new-ish pop tunes, often played by the 3AK Orchestra.

Now music always kicks you in the teeth, and I would advise kids reading this, never to get too cosy with certain musical ideas, that some are right and others are not.

I hated country music, but found myself being cool with it when Thompson Twins released “You take me up” which featured harmonica, which up till then was never an instrument I wanted cropping up in my songs.

So My music was monotonous.

But when 3AK played the song that we thought went “One callamera, ah-dee-dah one callemera”

* We had no idea what the lyrics were, or what they meant, not being spanish, are they Spanish?

Dad would sing that to himself while in his shed, and I never realised how weird this was until now.

My songs couldn’t be understood, Yet Dad, a Full Australian with no other language apart from English was devoted to “Variety Italian Style” a mid morning “ethnic” program on one of the commercial stations, which featured tour videos and current italian songs.

Dad would also watch the Greek show which followed.

If you’re a kid, be aware of this, it happens with every generation.

and realise that your generation is not any different to any which has passed before, it just seems that way when you’re young and don’t know any better.

People are just plain weird.





Brunswick Street nights

23 04 2011

You may recall how I mentioned that I wished to work in radio, but my health declined so I left? Well, towards the mid 90’s I began to feel, after several years at home, not doing much, that things were improving, and that I’d like to do something quiet and not very stressful.

So, as I was also going through a crystal wearing hippy phase, I decided Shiatsu massage was for me, So I found a good course, one which would last a full year, and signed up.

Now this is not really about the Shiatsu or my Hippy phase, I’m merely explaining why someone who has since become far more logical in the years to come, got into Reiki.

I did quite well at Shiatsu, but didn’t pass (and get my certificate) because there was a section on Chinese Medicine, which although it was interesting, was far too difficult for me, I only wanted to learn massage… and do the yoga which we had to do as part of the course.

I should say that with the constant massages, and the yoga, I have never felt better in my entire life, so in a time when I needed it, it was probably the best thing that I could have been involved with.

When the course ended, a friend told me that she was learning Reiki at another place, Well that sounded interesting too, and could be used with Shiatsu, and again was a nice gentle thing to do… so I signed up and did the course.

Yes it was all woo, but I found the whole thing rather theatrical. The strange Woman who claimed to speak with Merlin (good grief) who taught Reiki, and the huge room above the crystal shop in Brunswick Street which was loaded with small statues of African deities, which looked eerie when I passed them in the dark on my way to the loo.

It was also the first time I mentioned the Wolf to a complete stranger, but if she could talk to Merlin, then I could be a Werewolf, it’s only fair.

Mum and Dad liked driving me to odd places and waiting for me, they’d get quite a show from the locals as they passed by.

My parents had not seen real punks, pros and openly gay men till I started a course in Audio Engineering in the late 80’s, in Inkerman Street, St. Kilda. But by now they were well used to the free sideshow, and quite enjoyed it.

The Reiki class ended one night, and My Dad came over to meet me, we walked back towards Retro, A lovely place to eat in Brunswick Street, They’d serve the biggest pancakes you ever saw, like a family pizza, massive things.

Then we crossed the road, and as we did so, one of the local working girls came over to us and said Hello quite nicely and asked me if I’d be interested in spending some time with her… I was painfully shy… but said “I’m with my Dad” pointing to him awkwardly and giggling a bit, and then she said… “That’s ok, I can take on both of you”.

I wasn’t expecting that and Dad and I both laughed at the witty comeback.

Dad and I got to the car and we told Mum who thought it was a huge joke, We laughed about it now and then for years later.

My Dad, who was a big strong truckie, would blush easily at any mention of sex, he’d also faint if he saw any blood, I should have pushed it, Perhaps I should have said “Come on Dad, Let’s go back and take her up, You can go first to show me what to do and then I’ll have a crack and you can tell me where I’m going wrong.”

That would have turned my poor Dad bright red, though I’m sure that, when he lived in Sydney that he had probably had the offer once or twice in his life, and had possibly even taken up the offer at some point.

I think Mum suspected, but you know, a single bloke on his own, the two hadn’t met, Mum wouldn’t have worried if he had spent an evening with a professional.

… Although, now I come to think of it, I think Mum suggested something similar to my cheeky idea at the time.

Wolfie!