Pointless Nostalgia Part Six: Nostalgia In Action!

Wow!

A brief hiatus, and then two Pointless Nostalgia posts in a row! What a wonderful treat for my faithful readers, or those who've just clicked the "random blog" button and have stumbled upon this past times pine-a-thon. A treat nonetheless, I'm sure.

As you know, I live alone, save for my thoughts, which are often incoherent and hungry. My bachelorhood, although exceedingly awesome and valuable to me, often creates a perpetual state of boredom whilst alone, so I often try and find activities that will at least take up some of my spare time before I go to sleep. I've gone through a wide range of attempts, but so far, have been unsuccessful, with most activities either sad, boring or illegal. I just couldn't release my grown-up mind from it's maturity shackles, so I ended up with lame one-person games, like "timed newspaper reading", "guess the smell in the oven", to "blindfolded balcony beer bottle-tossing". Every attempt I conjured up fell flat and crumpled, much like a passer-by being hit with a beer bottle. Then, a revelation inspired by my trip to Vegas: Escorts! Then, a better revelation: build a fort.

Building a fort isn't a new idea, it's been around for centuries. When we were kids, we'd sometimes go at great lengths to build intricate vestiges of solitude out of the only supplies we had readily available. Namely, beds and couches, and all that's a part of them. Building a fort was a way for children to escape to a fantasy world, where instead of their parents holding court over them, they would be the rulers of their most sacred lands. They'd enter their kingdom and be swept away in a sea of unbridled imagination. The fort was their special place. For me as a child, it was a wonderful gathering point for all my toys and dreams. The Transformers could spend some precious moments going over world-saving techniques with the G. I. Joes. He-Man would wax poetic about Eternia, but nobody else knew where that was, so they made fun of his furry bikini bottoms. Ewoks happily ran rampant across fields of cotton sheets bearing their likenesses. And I was the overlord, the great deity. The best part was being in your world, and then after a while, you'd open up the sheets, or move some pillows, and you'd get that blast of cold, fresh air. It was nirvana.

The fort would then be the solution to the doldrums, and my couch would be a great start. So there I was, staring at my striped sectional in my living room, dreaming big, sweeping thoughts about the world I could create, and what awesome name it would have. I did have some help for the initial prototype design, to which I will perfect over the coming months. My friend Maria, who's creative inspiration is indispensable, suggested the ageless "tunnel" fort design. The fort design itself has to work with the materials presented. Since I have a sectional, L-shaped couch, a tunnel design works quite well, and it provides a two-pronged fun approach: one, it allows for a centre courtyard, for conversations about sweet anythings. This area can also allow for a small peephole to see the TV, and therefore catch some NBA playoffs. The second bonus, is that it allows for trips from one end to another, perhaps as a guide for going back or forward in time, if one so wishes. I myself have just travelled to the Renaissance period and back by going from the end by my stereo table to the end by my reclining chair, then vice-versa. That period is crazy, let me tell you.

So my suggestion for eliminating unpleasant rainy days, or days off of work that just don't seem to have the right amount of make-believe, try building a fort. It doesn't matter what it looks like, just as long as you built it, and you fill it with pillowcases full of awesome. Sometimes, if you just come up with a theme, the fort will fulfill that theme, no matter how far-reaching. My next fort will be "Makeout Room".