Foaming At The Mouth
Notable Names
I gotta tell ya, life is weird sometimes. I'm watching extended basic cable tonight, and the credits from a show come across the screen. For whatever reason, I happen to glance at the screen and notice a name that's identical to a guy I went to high school with. I won't mention the name (not that you'd recognize it) but it was decidedly unique. It's not like the guy's name was John Smith and I got the idea that it was the John Smith I knew from years ago.
Long story made short, the first thing I did was try to pull his name up on imdb.com. His listed birthplace was the next suburb over from where we went to school. I realized it was the same person I thought it was. So immediately a flood of related memories comes back. It's been fifteen years since I last saw the guy. And on some level, I realized, I will never be beyond seventeen years old. No matter what I do, where I go, whatever I accomplish, I still have a kernel of the class of '92 teenager inside me.
This is one of the most pathetic things I could publicly admit but I must acknowledge that I still have ties to the memory of myself as I used to be. Just seeing that name had a profound effect on me. It reminded me of a connection to another time, a time that was who I used to be. And I was still holding on to the slight piece of a notion that I was still that person from 1992. I was mistaken.
Ah well. I need these wake-up calls from time to time.....
Notable Names
I gotta tell ya, life is weird sometimes. I'm watching extended basic cable tonight, and the credits from a show come across the screen. For whatever reason, I happen to glance at the screen and notice a name that's identical to a guy I went to high school with. I won't mention the name (not that you'd recognize it) but it was decidedly unique. It's not like the guy's name was John Smith and I got the idea that it was the John Smith I knew from years ago.
Long story made short, the first thing I did was try to pull his name up on imdb.com. His listed birthplace was the next suburb over from where we went to school. I realized it was the same person I thought it was. So immediately a flood of related memories comes back. It's been fifteen years since I last saw the guy. And on some level, I realized, I will never be beyond seventeen years old. No matter what I do, where I go, whatever I accomplish, I still have a kernel of the class of '92 teenager inside me.
This is one of the most pathetic things I could publicly admit but I must acknowledge that I still have ties to the memory of myself as I used to be. Just seeing that name had a profound effect on me. It reminded me of a connection to another time, a time that was who I used to be. And I was still holding on to the slight piece of a notion that I was still that person from 1992. I was mistaken.
Ah well. I need these wake-up calls from time to time.....
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For a while, you keep thinking you look exactly like you did when you were 18. And then you look at old pictures... and you barely recognize the person you were in those. You just see a fresh-faced kid that looks nothing like you now... while being mostly the same.
This is fascinating - the whole concept of becoming a stranger to your own self in your own life.
last night a guy told me that my earings matched my breasts?