A little rebellion doesn't go amiss
The question with friends last week was 'is it ok to go to the cinema at 10.30 in the morning?' and the quandary was prompted, as so often, by memories of our teenage years when none of the three of us were allowed to watch television in the daytime. Apparently, according to the adults around us, there were better ways to spend our time. We decided that now we were gown ups it was ok but the discussion then moved on to whether it felt uncomfortable or decadent. I opted for decadent and was then told that was my teenage rebellious streak coming out (one of the difficulties of having friends who've known you forever is that they remember lots of things you'd rather they forgot). So I used to be rebellious and that got me thinking. Maybe, when I'm not quite happy to settle for 'in the moment', when I feel a need to plan for the future or do something just a little bit different, I'm rebelling against the dementia that plays such a big part in our lives.