pressure of knowing
Suffering the blunt force trauma of having reached the future, I recognise my grandmother at last. Born in a rural setting, 1900. Refused to answer the telephone all her life. Credited the Wright brothers but only as the perpetrators of a mysteriously successful hoax. Spoke contemptuously of rockets in 1954. Rejected the sound barrier. Rejected the holy concept of neutrons. (The only crimes I recognised when I was nine.) But her strategy is obvious now. It’s not that she didn’t want the future, or even the present; she just didn’t want the pressure of knowing that stuff. Which is all that children do want: know & rehearse stuff. Know more stuff than someone else, or if you’re a physicist, anyone else. Quite tiring to the people around you.