Is history really that cyclical?

The other day I was standing at the bus stop, gazing out over the main square of Bern, and deciding that if one must live in a city, it might as well have cobblestone streets and a view of the Alps. Then it happened. With absolutely no warning, this guy walked up and joined the group waiting for the bus. And he had tight-rolled his jeans and stuffed them into his socks. That alone would not have been so alarming. I mean, crazy people are everywhere. But he was wearing this distasteful remnant of the eighties with confidence. Now questioning the future safety of the world, if it is to be handed to a generation willing to go back to the eighties, I stumbled toward the bus.
With my eyes opened to the magnitude of this disaster, I could now see warning signs everywhere: Girls, my age and younger, wearing “skinny jeans,” (a far too complimentary label for these tapered, ankle-hugging trousers). In Bern’s daily evening newspaper, Heute, the “Streetstyle” section spotlighted a college-aged, otherwise normal young woman, who took the effort to modify her own jeans and sew them tighter at the cuffs.
So, get on with your life, Mary Ann, right? Here’s what I fear: If I see enough people bringing back those styles from the eighties we’ve all tried to forget, and if those people wear them confidently, I might not be able to withstand the pressure of socialization. Yes, I tied knots in the sides of my T-shirts in grade school… If I wanted the slap bracelets then, will I want the “carrot jeans” in a few months?
I remember when cropped pants came out a while back, I declared them the worst invention ever. I now own multiple pairs. How does this happen? As I type this, the over-sized sunglasses I bought two weeks ago stare at me. Are they not reminiscent of the eighties? Am I already sliding back to the decade of mismatching neon? Pardon me, I think I’ll go try to find a pair of over-sized, plastic earrings.