I had a discussion recently with a colleague where I made reference to the ‘dust’ on a moths wings as ‘moon dust’ and was promptly mocked. I found this a little hurtful but I’m pretty thick skinned and moved on 😊.
It got me thinking though, which is probably never a good thing.
I know, and have always known, that the moth wing dust is not actually moon dust but that was what I was told it was called as a kid.
Biscuits are called biscuits and chips are called chips, it doesn’t matter. A deep fried potato piece or triple choc baked item by another name would still taste as good.
I’m getting off track.
I miss the naivety of when you took things on face value.
We are absolutely aswash with information, criticism and judgement.
I miss the quieter times. I miss not having all information. I miss ignorance and trust.