I miss yesterday, and it fucking kills me. If I could I’d live in some kind of machine where I lived my life backwards. See, I’m always nostalgic for the past, and if I lived my life backwards then I’d be always looking forward to what’s going to happen next (or what happened before, depending on your view). I’d probably be happy until I was fifteen and I started getting nostalgic for being able to buy alcohol (you heard me! It makes perfect sense).
So about six months ago I made an unofficial rule (side note: what exactly is an unofficial rule? And what are my official rules?) that I decided I was gong to try and live my life by: From now on, I’m not going to be nostalgic about things that can be deemed as happening within the current U.S Presidency.
I mean, it’s a pretty simple premise. Most Presidential terms are around eight years (I mean, if Bush can make two terms with his support base then nobody has an excuse), and that’s a pretty good term for the statute of sentimentality to last. So why not combine them? Not only do they go well together, but in the future you’ll be able to back on the Bush years and have a personal connection with them.
So, in lieu of me shouting this from the rooftops, here is a list of everything that I’m now officially allowed to be sentimental over. Think of it as some kind of public service announcement.
My college years (which were mainly spent playing Unreal Tournament over the school LAN, skating and fawning over girls that I *may* have been able to get.)
Good Ben Folds CD’s (Way to
Arrested Development
Veronica Mars’
The OC. Especially the first two and a half seasons. Think everything up to senior prom.
It’s no longer excusable for people to not know that Elliott Smith isn’t alive.
It’s now permissible to say “They don’t make shows like The Wire Anymore”
First celebrity crushes- It was Natalie Portman and I’m not ashamed to say it, that PG-13 Esquire photoshoot changed my life.
Max Payne! Which I’m playing again right now.
Learning to play Mrs Jones By the Counting Crows (which I still probably cannot do.)
Falling in love with the Tondeff song ‘Porcelain’
Becoming totally indifferent to the Tonedeff song ‘Porcelain’
A term when the youth actually knew what the word ‘seedy’ meant. No, my cat does not look seedy
So tomorrow, when that last ballot is cast, when that one last opportunistic ‘Fuck Bush’ protest song is written, it feels a little like the last seconds of my youth will be playing out as well. For better or worse, I’m a product of the Bush years, and even though I was thousands of miles away, he made a man out of me (there has to be a better way to say that). When I entered I was a self loathing fourteen year old with anxiety issues and nobody what he wanted to do in the world, and now I’m a self loathing twenty two year old with anxiety issues and a vague idea on what he wants to in the world.
It’s gunna suck, but maybe I should learn a thing from the Obama camp and try and find hope in tomorrow. If I don’t then I’m going to look like some wacko who thinks that 2000-2008 where the best years of my life ,but it’s probably gunna turn out that way, so I had better just keep my mouth shut and get to work on that machine.
But until then I’m going to put on Dre’s 2001, watch Sarah Chalke’s eventual growth into a fox on Scrubs, and wish I was sixteen again.
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