THE LIST - from me to me

1. Increase GPA from 3.6 to 4.00
2. Learn to be more confident when following directions and doing math.
3. practice Math and Painting - don't you dare let your GPA drop because you suck at math!!! 
4. Go on a date - mom keeps asking if I'm lesbian, need to shut her up.
5. Kiss a boy - didn't kiss a single boy in 2012 - shame on you!
6. Gain weight - screw people who say its so hard to loose weight, try gaining weight with fast metabolism and over active energy!!!
7. Go out with friends every week.
8. Explore LA - for GODSSAKE! you've lived here all your life.  Do you feel pleased when tourist come here and learn your hometown better than you? Do you? DO YOU???
9. Stop drinking eggnog and blogging - you don't even like eggnog. 
10. Loose the celibacy status and just do something. puh-lease!!!!!
11. Become more organized - working on this already good for you!
12. Stop obsessing over details, go with the flow
13. NO obligation towards anyone - except the Mom and the "two minions."        
14. Pick a simple,everyday hairstyle and make it permanent.  
15. Do something risky - meaning unlike you, without over thinking every little detail - like kissing a cute boy without any reason.
16. Look for a job - being a tutor is the only job you've ever had! Even if you don't take a job go for the interviews.
17.Keep adding to this list, be adventurous!  
                                  
                                           You owe me!

 


Good Grief! This looks like an adolescent girl's to do list. Now I'm going to sit in my shame corner.   

Something wrong with me?

Sometimes I think I'm wired the wrong way. I'm 23 and my friends are all my age - give or take a year up and down. All of them are either married, engaged or in a committed relationship. They don't care how dysfunctional their relationships are, they are still committed to them. I've never ever been in a serious relationship. Let alone serious, I've never been in a relationship and I honestly don't want to be in one. 

Life is very simple; 
when I'm hungry - I get food
when I thirsty - I go get drunk
when I want to get laid - go get it! 

So simple, in fact I rarely seek out intimacy of any form. I'm quite content being on my own. 
  
 Recently, I reunited with a childhood friend, Victoria, she is shyest person and even she is in a committed relationship. The guy is clearly messing with but she is the most sweetest, shyest life form that doesn't understand deception. Luckily her father has realized the guy is using her and daddy dearest has his own tricks up his sleeves. My point is even she is in a relationship. A few years ago, if anyone told Victoria would even talk to a boy I would have laughed my head off.
 
 Is there something wrong with me? All my friends want babies and the whole picket fence experience, I just don't want that. In fact, the thought of being in that situation makes me feel trapped. Many times when I see young ladies around my age with kids and someone makes a comment that I should think about settling down, I feel ill. I actually feel a sense of panic and suffocation. After that passes I feel a little sad and upset because I don't want that. That's gets me wondering, is there something wrong with me? I really don't know what I want, but I do know I don't want that. Sometimes I dream of being with someone but when I start exploring that option  I prefer the solo status.

Often I talk to my mom about this and she says, I dislike the thought of obligation and responsibility towards someone. Maybe because all my life I've been the responsible one and I've understood that position very well. Responsibility carries the sense of obligation. Perhaps that's the reason I'm content not being ladled with more responsibility.   

Many girls dream of certain type of man. I don't have a dream man created from my imagination because ....everyone in real life is disappointing?  

Rules + Following = Rigid

I always follow rules, names I've earned for following rules:
Rigid Bitch
Frigid Bitch
Goody two shoes
Rule following Frigid Rigid Bitch
Prude 

and this has nothing to do with my sex life.


I don't mind following rules. I attempt to follow them more than most people and still I get the backlash.  How come people who don't follow rules get away with so many things? Unfair! Should I loosen up?
 

'Tis Season of what the hell is going on?

Nearly end of another year. Last year, my baby bro broke his wrist and completely shattered his trapezium bone.  My brave little guy didn't cry until he got home and came into my room.  Two weeks after that my mom broke her ribs. I'm not superstitious but seriously, what the hell is going on? 

 This year, same time as last weird/bad things were going on. I got a ticket, broke my thumb two days ago and my dad got into a minor accident yesterday on the freeway. Freaked the hell out of me, writers should not be left alone with the imagination during suspenseful moments. I'm grateful my dad is ok, some old dingbat hit him from behind. My brand new car is not even a year old has been scarred! Also I got my report card this semester is full of B's just like my bra size and that is not funny! My GPA is 3.2, I don't understand why I got a B in my business classes. Real shocker here: Got an A in the art class. Everything else is a B and I freaking tried so hard!

  Eggnog is weird, why don't I like to drink as much as others?

I got another ticket

I got another ticket, today was one really lousy day. I hate college administration process, I spend all morning running back and forth between the offices. I got a ticket in that stupid college's parking  lot.  They're  car pass vending machine would only except quarters, dollar coins and MASTER CARD!!!! Who the hell carries dollar coins around??? What the hell is a master card??!!! HELL! FRICK!

FYI - Glendale Community College needs to improve...everything! They have such a slow staff and even worse is their online site. Plus getting old ladies to sing Christmas carols during a busy work is not acceptable. They actually stopped everything for a 40 minutes to let that old lady sing and then they went to lunch.
Also I said a very bad word today without censoring myself. Bad day, bad me!

Days like this...

School is done, but still got paper work to do.

I think my mom is going through an emotional breakdown. Today she and I were just arguing over something so stupid - gifts and she burst into tears because I didn't agree with her.  She said nobody agrees with her and everyone is ganging up on her. She cried like a little girl and I feel like crawling into a whole. 

 I've been noticing off late, since my bro's problems - everyone interrogates her, blames her and argues with her. She doesn't know how to argue and she becomes confused and makes a total fool of herself. Plus for some reason she'll just take something so simple and light and make it into an argument. I think we've finally succeeded in breaking her down, without realizing it. 

I feel rotten to the core, my mom is really sweet and naive. When my dad gets home, I'll discuss it with him.

My new crush......

is Seth Mcfarlane. I've got a huge crush one him, just realized it the other day while watching his interview. He is intelligent, cute and extremely funny - whats not to love? I've developed a huge crush on him, lets see how long this lasts. 

Finished my first final today for Business class. I feel like I knew 70% of it and now the wait.

Checklist time:

Lotta things to do!
1. Finals
2. work on painting collage
3. search for pictures in magazines, online, old books - anywhere!!!
4. cut pictures
5. paste pictures on canvas, takes overnight to dry
6. start painting background
7. paint over pictures 
8. finish business homework, email teacher about extra credit
9. find volunteer work for extra credit (you want an A+, not an A-!!!)
10. finish HR homework.
11. study for final exam on Monday12. Paint some more, try to finish painting
13. Study for Administration final.
14. Study for Global Business final and hw
15. better have finished painting and bought snacks for party on Thursday!!

Have 10 more things to get out of the way. 

Last week ......

Lotta things to do!
1. Finals
2. work on painting collage
3. search for pictures in magazines, online, old books - anywhere!!!
4. cut pictures
5. paste pictures on canvas, takes overnight to dry
6. start painting background
7. paint over pictures 
8. finish business homework, email teacher about extra credit
9. find volunteer work for extra credit (you want an A+, not an A-!!!)
10. finish HR homework.
11. study for final exam on Monday
12. Paint some more, try to finish painting
13. Study for Administration final.
14. Study for Global Business final
15. better have finished painting and bought snacks for party on Thursday!!

Then you'll be free I promise you!
Just one more finish online class assignments! Then you'll be truly be free.......

Scooter and Rain

   Scooters and rain take me back. I was coming back from the library and I saw a grown man with his gaze downward riding a scooter. His scooter wheels had lights on them and my face just broke into smile. Our eyes met and we started to laugh. Just the drizzling ran and scooter took me back, made me feel happy. 

I finished me scenery painting, I know I could have done a better job if I had more time. 

PAIN-ting

Recreating Gerhard Ritcher painting for my art class.

Abstract painting is not my kind of dance, it's draining in every way.
Financially, I've bought $200 worth pf art supplies just this month.
Physically, I feel like screaming every time I have to pay $13 for a tube of paint, $30 for a canvas and much more!!! Blood, sweat, and money are all going to a tube of paint.
Mentally: these sort of painting require time and passion, I'm lacking in both. No time and what the hell is passion??
 

I feel like I'm doing a doing a decent job, but every time I look at the orginial I feel like screaming!!!

what people don't do anymore...

   Nobody just sits around observing their surrounding or other people. When people stare at me too long, I feel creeped out. Last week my class finished early and my ipod ran out of battery. I sat in the cafeteria and just observed the people around me. Everyone is engrossed in their tech gadgets, no one interacts anymore. I noticed that in class, too. I'm super friendly I like feeling at ease so acquaint myself with my surroundings. I always have a class buddy in each class. Sometimes I get caught with my i-something, too. Yet whenever I pass a beautiful place I make sure to observe my surrounding. Admire and appreciate. I make younger sibs put down their gadgets to do that.

  It was really mind opening when I saw people sitting by themselves occupied with a laptop, cellphone or i-something. It's sad, as well. I just sat there and looked at everyone and then through the cafeteria kitchen I could hear the chefs arguing. I remembered I love it when professions behave unprofessionally. Its been so long since I just sat down.
 
  Don't get me wrong, I appreciate technology but I still prefer the companionship of a physically present person. Nobody just sits around and observe the beautiful world around them. Its much more gratifying than liking a picture of someone's lunch.

I'm so doing this!

Progress... sort of

Journal Day... something - Well, its working to certain extend my brother has become more friendly. I guess a hostile environment can expect retaliation (duh!). I worked out with him and gave him pointers on what would look good on him. I know that doesn't sound much but "that's one small step for [a] man, one giant leap for mankind."

My dad thinks it might be good for us to move away from here. We need to keep him away from his friends, moving is part of the solution. I guess solutions to this sort of problem come in slices, one piece after another. 

Speaking of slice had a pleasant Thanksgiving, my mom send the males in our house to a boys club gathering. My dad took both my brothers and went, it was just us girls. It was simple, instead of turkey we went with chicken and instead of pie, we went with brownies. My sister made them they were delicious, scary looking but delicious. 

Road to Recovery

 Journal Day 1: 

    Two days ago, I raged and ranted at my father about my brother. Finally after I calmed down a bit, my dad started to talk. To be honest I didn't expect any sort of solution from him, but he had part of the answer. He started telling me to view things from my brother's perceptive. When he comes home, - nearly all the time-, someone is always yelling at him to pick up his stuff or to shut up and a round of name calling takes place. Why would he want to come back to this type of atmosphere? When he eventually does he can't wait to go away. Basically, we emotionally and verbally abuse him. It's true he has been the first instigate abuse. His drug problem is his source of escape. If home isn't a place of comfort, what else could he do? I'm not saying that is only option, but that is what his friends do. 

   For hours, we explored the different possibilities that lead to his choices. In the end, we decided on the only solution we could muster, endurance and support. Instead of yelling at him, we ask him politely and if he still ignores we complete the task ourselves. 

   My boy still has a conscience and it's our goal to appeal to it by showing our love for him. We do love him, without doubt and reason.  We don't want to see him hurt or destroyed. We want to show him we love him. For the past two days we've been extremely polite and patient. He's noticed the change in our demeanor, as well. He commented on it but he's pleased not suspicious. So far, there is hope and all patient souls get a special place in heaven (they better!!!). 

When hell breaks loose...

 

  My mom has stomach ulcers, I'm so happy!!!  Trust me, when I say I'm so grateful she has ulcers. This past week, my mom has been going in and out of the hospital. Recently, she was made to get an x-ray and some scans and tests. They saw a shadow on her lungs, so more tests. Thank goodness, it turned out to be just  ulcers. Often a shadow on the lungs turns out to be something far bigger and dangerous - that's what that stupid doctor told me. 

 

  This week has been so, very frustrating. My mom's health send me down panic road. I hate that feeling, staying at home with my two younger siblings and waiting for her to come with some news. I feel like I'm twelve again, down the same road. 

 

  My brother is still spiraling down hill with his friends, figuratively and literally. Two days ago he got into an accident with his skateboard. My dad won't let him have a car, so he has a skateboard. He skidded his whole left side, his back, and shoulder. His cheek is bruised and he reeked of weed when he got back home. Right now, he has a high fever and chills. I just fed him some soup and pain killers, now he's asleep. He looks just like he did when he was a baby, he was such a bright little dude. I miss him like that, I miss him being innocent. 

 

 I kind of told my mother that he's been smoking more than weed. She didn't take it well, in fact my mother has a tendency to become really emotional. She can't afford to take any stress right now, so I just told her I was speculating. 

 

  My father, he's used to my mother raising us. He and Orson clash, my brother still has a mild fear of my father's authority. It won't hold for long but as long as it lasts, right? Sometimes my dad is just that authoritative figure in the background, who is used as a last resort. He's a figure you're threatened by, but in reality the figure has no power. I've tested that theory, I've danced in circles around that fact but I've also protected that theory. I learned very early that I could manipulate my dad. I didn't manipulate him so I could go out with  my friends or shopping. I chose to manipulate him when I felt it was right. Note, I say manipulate because I'm not trying to make myself appear white when I know there is grey in the act.

 

  My dad isn't a bad guy, in fact he is one of the most decent human beings in this world. If I could be half as decent as him, I'd get a good seat in heaven. He's a proud man, he never asks anyone for anything. He'll give the shirt of his back to someone if they were in need, he can't bear to see anyone in trouble. 

 

  Sometimes I forget that my dad was cherished and adored. You see, he was the only boy out of three girls. Boys are given a certain amount of importance that girls aren't in many cultures. Even though my grandmother was his mother, he was still given a certain amount of reverence by other family members and maybe unintentionally by his parents and sisters. He was a very bright boy and he still is brilliant. He is used to everything revolving around him, much like my brother. When I look at my dad sometimes, I feel like he is the main character of a book and were just the supporting characters. 

 

   I remember when I was really young around the time my grandmother died. My dad had started a business, his partner took all the money and went aboard. My dad was left with a huge debt and debt collectors after his blood - in India that means literally. My grandmother died soon after that. One bad thing after, another took place in our lives. Also I remember everyone telling me not to tell anyone my dad was home. I clearly remember a big man coming to our door and shouting that he would kill my dad if his money wasn't returned. From that time, I remember feeling scared for my dad and wanting to protect him.

I always feel protective about him. He's been through so much and I wish he would just grow up!!!

  

      

Oh Brother...

I have two brothers, one is 19 years old and the other is 12. The younger one is my precious, love him more than anything in this world.

The eldest one, let's call him "Orson" is nineteen and he's reached the peak of his terrible years. 

Off late, he is becoming harder to live with and he is making us all so miserable. I've had my share of angst and depression but I never EVER drove my mother to tears. I've had her yell at me and maybe throw things at me - he drove that kind of woman to tears. She has just plain given up talking to him and now he is testing the limits of my parents marriage. As he is getting older, he's becoming more and more selfish. His friends are shady and he doesn't care about anything other than having fun. It's driving the peace out of our house, every time he goes out we breathe a sigh of relief. I think he and his friends smoke weed all the time, but recently I know he's taking it to the next level. I try to talk to him but we just end up in a screaming match. Sometimes he really pisses off my dad and I have feeling it would get physical. My dad wouldn't stand a chance against him.Orson really big and not pudgy. He is pure muscle mass or I would have kicked his butt into line by now. 

The worst part is he has always been had the center stage in our family. He wants attention and he doesn't care how he gets it, good or bad. He actually gets jealous of the us if we get appreciated or new people pay attention to us. He is so used to people fawning over him, that he can't stand it when anyone of us gets attention. It makes him angrier when one of his siblings get attention, it drives him mad with jealousy. Which is so strange since none of us including my parents have ever encouraged malicious feelings. Our family is based on openess, wishing what we want for ourselves on others. Not being cheesy, just how we view things.

  I hate that my parents always have to chase after him and worry about him. I don't want their attention, my time is gone and I have no complains. I think my parents should focus their attention on my younger two siblings.

TRULY DESERVING!

http://movies.msn.com/movies/article.aspx?news=774124

TRULY AND ABSOLUTELY DESERVING! 

The Simpsons is one of the most amazing and creatively expressive shows. It doesn't receive half the acknowledgement it deserves. I'm so happy about this.

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My type of guys?

  I don't care for jocks, actors, models,and similar guys. I like that guy who stammers my name, can't stay alone with me for too long without fidgeting. Those guys are always the best, smartest, and the sweetest. Loyalty trumps love for me any day. I would pick a guy who would be loyal to over a guy who I'm madly in love with. Same as I would rather stay in the company of a guy who is intelligent enough to carry a conversation over a hot guy.

 I always develop a crush on my professors expect last semester - Philosophy guy gave me a C - ME A C!!!

This semester, I have two male teachers one is a business and the other Criminal justice professor. I think I'm kind of in love with both of them and I'm not even kidding. I'll miss them after class is done, mop around until next semester and then the cycle continues. 

 My criminal justice teacher is a middle aged man and does NOT look pregnant. He is a former sheriff and looks like a jolly walrus, he even has a thick blond mustache. He is so charming but I noticed that even though he is interactive he keeps his distances from his students. His class is so entertaining and I actually learn without memorizing passages from my textbook.  

 

 My business teacher is a younger, charismatic good looking guy. He is young and keeps up with the latest trends, so the students really like him. Plus, he is super environmentally aware. He talks about keeping your body healthy, his mother died with breast cancer and since then he became health conscious. Got a giant crush on him, too. Plus he notices me, too - unfortunately not in a steamy way - I'm one of the few people who doesn't mind speaking out loud in class. Teachers always end up noticing me, I'm a big freaking nerd.

I rarely want to be with a real guy, I read way too many books and NOT romances!! Even if I develop a crush on someone, I don't wish to be with them because I end up getting disappointed. When someone becomes real to me they just disappoint me. I guess I have high expectations....Fools have high expectations.

 

Lighter note: Obama is President, AGAIN!!!

 

Bart Simpson: Dollar bill guy. Five dollar bill guy. Sex guy. Will Farrell. Black guy. 

Grandma

  Today I had to write a paper on three people I admire. I had a half an hour to finish the assignment and my brain wasn't cooperating with me. On the top of my head came: Queen Elizabeth, mother and Susan B. Anthony. I do admire these women especially my mom and Queen Elizabeth . If I had more time I would have written my Grandmother, who opened a high school for girls in India. Then it struck me, my grandmother had become an after thought to me. That thought really scared me.

  My grandmother was one of the most amazing people to exist. I really wish I could be like my grandmother, she set the tone for many women especially me. The elders of my family say I'm very much like her. I wish she was still alive, she died when I was six but I still remember her. Some people just leave a lasting impact on you and I've never let the memory of her fade from my life. She was different for her time and culture. 

 

  My grandfather was very handsome man he fell in love with her even though she wasn't half as good looking as him plus, she was 6 years older than him. That is considered strange, almost taboo in that culture and especially back then. He loved how intelligent, educated, and passionate she was. After they got married he worked as accountant for a bus station and helped support her in furthering her education. He paid her tuition fees to help her finish her education in a University. He helped her accomplish her dreams, her dream was to make life easier and fairer for young girls. My grandparents saved their money and finally accomplished their dream in their 50s, they opened a high school for poor girls. They didn't do it for profit, they did it to make a difference and they succeeded.

  Many women live in this century don't even to attempt half of what my grandmother did. Some women especially in my family live life like they did before; find a good husband to support, marry him and raise his babies. 

 

 Recently my cousin got married, she used to work as a flight attendant and now all she does is watch soaps and do her husband's laundry. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but my grandmother was a mother, wife, housekeeper, cook and teacher. When she went - so did her way of thinking, the women in my family can't really understand me. Other than my sister - who is 7 years my junior and who I've influenced heavily - all the women in my family(sometimes my mother) think I'm strange.

I really miss my grandmother, I know it sounds ridiculous since she died when I was six. I used to shadow her every waking moment and now she's suddenly become an after thought to me. I feel so ashamed.

 

 If she were alive I would have such a strong and supportive ally.

OBAMA WINS AGAIN!!!!

I'm just so pleased! I've promoted him all over and I'm just so pleased.

Voted for yes on prop 30 on 37. I feel really elated today.

Holy marriagoni!!!

Man sues his wife for ugly baby. Apparently, she had plastic surgery and wasn't much of a looker before. Anyways the baby looks like here former, unaltered self.

http://gnli.christianpost.com/video/man-gets-120000-from-lawsuit-based-on-ugly-baby-7196

How can someone call a baby ugly? Especially when the baby is yours?

I totally get the "false pretense" factor even though it's superficial and disgusting. Ditch the wife, not the baby!

This is coming from me, I'm not a big fan of babies. I'm the oldest of four kids, I've had my share of looking after babies. My mom became really ill after having my youngest brother and my sister is two years older than him. I took care of two babies and it wasn't a love fest. Basically babies aren't just cute and cuddly! I mean they are so cute but only for 5 minutes, then I don't want them. They are cranky, helpless and they cry all the freaking time! They cry when they're hungry, when they are sleepy, when they need to be changed. They just cry and cry and cry - until that is all you hear!!!!!!!!!!!  Ahem* love toddlers though. I love how they can tell what they need and how they're are curious and excited about everything.

Usually when the word baby pops I think - where do babies come from? I know the biological and biblical versions of how we are "blessed." Then I think to myself, do I want one of those? how about if mine doesn't let me sleep all night? Will I end up having one? Me with a mini-me would be interesting, if its too much trouble I'll just give it to my sister - who loves kids and her dream is to open a daycare someday. Then I think about how much emotional damage my choices will cause. In the end I decide a baby is way too much hassle, but even I would never call my baby ugly!!!

Finished Paint # 2

No matter how much you deserve it, nothing in life will ever be given to you on a silver platter. 

You work hard for it and that unappreciative  individual will be living your dream. 

Someone else marries the love of your life, someone else lives in your dream house, someone else lives every angle of your fantasy. 

When it's always someone else, then why don't I just be me?

 

 

Yesterday DAY

   It started of awesomely, everything went smoothly went to my classes. I was at college from 9 am to 4 pm, finally spoke to a boy I was crushing on. After my classes finished I couldn't wait to get back home. 

 When I was coming back I hit traffic and not the usual LA traffic jams. On the freeway, all cars were being forced into one line and helicopters were actually landing in a distance on the road. A big accident had taken place, I didn't see anything gruesome but I saw what remained of the car. It was totaled, only one foot of the car remained. The roof and the whole exterior and interior all jumbled up made one foot. Just seeing that made me feel weak, cold and sickly. I just felt empty like I had no insides, no internal organs only a spine. After a little while when I was getting off the freeway another accident had taken place. There were ambulances and firetrucks all over the place.

 Some weeks are so strange, not bad but just strange. There was an earthquake at beginning of this week. Last year exactly on this day my cousin and I were coming back from a road trip and a truck turned over in front of us. My cousin skidded into the divider, nothing happened but it put the fear of God back in me. God! I do think too much. I'd go to sleep but I can't. 

Lets see...

I'm still trying to get my family tree straightened out. 

My mom is Bulgarian and Turkish.

My dad is Indian.

So we are Bulianish??

 

I sometimes hate the people I'm related to, I wish they'd just shove it! Of-course I never have the guts to say that to them but that doesn't me I don't think it. Yet I love them, it would kill if something bad happen to them.

Tradition and family

Twice a year I put myself through this...

Reality really sucks!

Ah! How I love to read! I think reading is responsible for the fact that I think too much and that I've gained unreal expectations from life.

 

 

 

 

I hate reality shows! I really do, I don't get the point of them. I watch the telly to get away from "reality", why the hell would I want to watch that crap? That is why I watch "The Simpsons" and I love every moment of each episode. I love how it begins in one direction, takes another direction and ends up in a completely different destination. 

Simpsons show aired for the 1st time in the year I was born, makes me feel even more special. Also I was born on April 1st, Fools Day(supposedly Bart Simpsons bday!) and my extended family thought my young parents were playing a prank on them. No one showed up to the hospital until late afternoon and I was born at dawn! Imagine that! Nobody would believe I was born!

Being considered a joke from the moment you're born!

1940s and Moi

You know, I just realized I'm like 30 year old man from the 1940's.

Let's go down the list:

1. I listen to instrumental music, old songs.
2. I'm er...very proper - in a gentlemanly sort of way. Not a lady from that time, but a nice, decent gentleman- who would defend a lady.
3. I don't curse/cuss but when push comes to shove I can  tell you off(come near my car and see what happens).
4. In the evenings; I like to listen to music, read old books and movies. Instead of going out an getting drunk like a normal person.
5. I write beautifully, if I do say so <<<-----also I say things like that.
6. Love old style - hair, make-up, style, attitudes....
7. Love the male movie stars from the 40s, now they looked like real men. Not like today(again I sound like a grandma), where I have to compete with a guy for mirror time.


Why a 30 year man? Because according to this century standards - a 23 year old today = a 30 year old man back then. 
We're much more progressed, we do not waste anytime experiencing things. 

Would I want to go to that time?....Hell no! I love indoor plumbing way too much, 24 hours of water. Go to a 3rd world country and you'll understand.