Suddenly I want to go back in time and show my ten-year-old self a vision of this lot, to reassure him that it wouldn't end up being nearly that bad.
This is a thought I have a lot. When I was a child, my thoughts of what my future might be like were almost unremittingly hopeless - like you I imagined that the future would be much like the present, only without any family to help. I looked forward to escaping school, but doubted that I would ever have the self-confidence to go to university or get a job. I assumed I would never have any friends or form any social relationships. In my lighter moments, I aspired to be a hermit surviving on nuts and berries in the Chiltern Hills :-)
So I want to be able to speak to my younger self and say it won't be nearly that bad! (And perhaps, explain that a hunter-gatherer lifestyle would not really be viable in 21st century Oxfordshire :-)
At that age I wanted to be a concert pianist when I grew up. I wanted to write books, too.
I think if I went back and told my 10-year-old self that being a grown-up would involve spending at least 7 hours a day sitting in front of computers moving meaningless bits of data around so that other grown-ups in suits could make money ... well, I think the best I could hope for would be that she wouldn't understand.
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This is a thought I have a lot. When I was a child, my thoughts of what my future might be like were almost unremittingly hopeless - like you I imagined that the future would be much like the present, only without any family to help. I looked forward to escaping school, but doubted that I would ever have the self-confidence to go to university or get a job. I assumed I would never have any friends or form any social relationships. In my lighter moments, I aspired to be a hermit surviving on nuts and berries in the Chiltern Hills :-)
So I want to be able to speak to my younger self and say it won't be nearly that bad! (And perhaps, explain that a hunter-gatherer lifestyle would not really be viable in 21st century Oxfordshire :-)
I think if I went back and told my 10-year-old self that being a grown-up would involve spending at least 7 hours a day sitting in front of computers moving meaningless bits of data around so that other grown-ups in suits could make money ... well, I think the best I could hope for would be that she wouldn't understand.