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[Aug. 4th, 2008|03:16 am]
trip the light quixotic

I miss going to the mall as a teenager. I find myself crippled by how simple things were, and how complicated I've since made them.

It's really interesting, the world teenagers create for themselves at "the mall." It's not just shopping; it's this microcosm filled with all the things needed to be perfect.

I vividly recall a feeling of exhilaration upon entering the mall. Seeing and being seen. Studying the life I wish I had. Feeling out of place and belonging at the same time. The past year didn't matter. This week didn't matter. Yesterday didn't matter. All that mattered was that I was in the mall with $20-$40 and I was going to buy and do the things that would give me the life the store window displays told me I could have.

Somewhere around the time Hollister came about, with its fake tiki hut facade, the mall was no longer mine. It became a building that I only went to when I needed something or it was too early to drink.

The mall is not really something that happens here in NYC. Stores are everywhere, and a great many of them are extraordinarily impersonal.

Perhaps because it's summer, perhaps because I'm no longer living off of my parents, perhaps because I feel lonely in a city filled to the brim with people...I would like to be 17 and at the mall.

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[User Picture]From: pierce
2008-08-04 07:50 am (UTC)
jesus, me too.
it's been a dog's age since i've seen you.
we could hang out and go to Spencer's.
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[User Picture]From: ras2883
2008-08-04 01:23 pm (UTC)
Somewhere around the time Hollister came about, with its fake tiki hut facade, the mall was no longer mine.

Yes. I understand completely. I came to this realization when I moved back to Pgh last fall and was sitting in my childhood mall's food court. I watched this maybe-14-year-old girl walk by in these weird striped leggings, and I thought "I don't even know what's 'in' anymore." And then I got sad.

The mall is not really something that happens here in NYC.

I really missed malls when I lived there, too. I tried to get a fix in the Manhattan Mall on 33rd Street, but it wasn't the same. The closest thing I've found is going to Macy's (yeah, I know) and wandering around the less popular floors/departments and pretending I was in a Kaufmann's or Lazarus -- oh, but those are a thing of the past now, too.
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[User Picture]From: janitorboy
2008-08-05 12:54 am (UTC)
Yearning for a past, simpler time is natural. That's why so many politicians attempt to evoke the "good old days".

I'll just bet that life wasn't all so simple then, though, was it? Teenage angst, however amplified, is still very real. Remember that going back would mean going back to EVERYTHING, and once you get a few years away from teenagehood, it doesn't look nearly as good.

(btw: Nice to see you post again...it's been a while)
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