As I sit bored and alone these darkest of dark nights I find myself thinking of a simpler time when my friends were close by, not wearing capes and reading about young wizards and ministers of magic day and night, day after day.

A time when Harry Potter was not yet born and the world was a calmer place. When potter lovers were not lining the streets at midnight waiting for their fix, the conversation at the water cooler did not consist of the word hogwart and when the man who yells at us with a vengeance hoping one day his 30 seconds comments will be heard was not yelling of the Antichrist and witch craft taking over the souls of the world.

Yes….A simpler time indeed.

As the Potter phenomenon seeps into minds across the country I do not know if I should feel ashamed about having missed the bandwagon or relieved I can stand to live with myself not knowing if Harry Potter will roam the earth again. I can live day to day without the anxiety of what is coming next in the lives of these young herons, or whatever they’re called.

I, for one, have not seen the movies nor read the books simply because I have not heard my calling to do so. I for one am one of the chosen who will indeed never know how to carry on a conversation about what Harry is doing next or which character will die in the process of making these witches and wizards.

So as I sit potter-less this Saturday I will have to closely re-adjust my life style now that it seems I am the only one left to roam the earth not knowing any of the names of these powerful teenagers nor their titles nor their characters nor their purpose.

Should I feel guilty about my lack of knowledge or proud of my ability to stand tall and not give into the dark forces of the Potter-filled world we have become?

It is like many other things in our culture, thinking back just a short time ago the world was watching “Friends” and whoever did not know about Ross, his baby with his ex-wife and her new wife, his pet monkey (not involved in the baby making of course), his string of girlfriends which he cheated on when the where “on a break” and his leather paints covered in powder was simply not suitable to roam the earth without a leash.

Before that I am sure there were other characters with heir dymatic ways that engulfed the people of the world into their make-beleive fantasy land and swallowed them whole.

But, for those of us who stand above the Potter undertaking good for us!! Now we can spend our lives trying to remain tall while wondering what the hell people are talking about.

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