Volume One: The Older I Get…The Better I Was…

Posted on 02/26/2009

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Hello good people. In the days where everyone has a blog (I still don’t really understand what a blog is), or some sort of venue where they achieve a cathartic moment by unburdening themselves of their innermost thoughts and feelings; I thought it only appropriate that I throw my three cents into the ring. I will try not to regail you with existential diatribes. No, it will be more common sensical anecdotes designed to humor as well as inform. With that being said, let’s begin… Oh, before I forget, the title is a play on my name. It’s my first name reversed. You can thank my older sister for discovering that gem.

Guys, have you noticed that whatever your persona was during your college days seems to become amplified when replayed years later? I’m having a moral dilemma with this because I am coming out on the positive side of the retroactive memories. Now, this could be due to a myriad of factors – too many to try and account for here – but the fact still remains: The older I get…The better I was.

And, again, this is less of a complaint and more of an observation. I guess it’s more of a warning against believing your own hype. Take credit for the isht you did, pulled, contrived, scammed, etc. and not for the stuff you didn’t. Give the man that did his shine. I’m sure he will appreciate it, and your conscious will be clear (maybe). Don’t get me wrong, I wish I had the resume attributed to me during my college years, but the fact remains, I didn’t. Nevertheless, I still had a blast, and would do it again if I could (maybe).

Ironically, I am a victim of my own creation. Like Frankenstein’s monster that ends up killing its creator. I/we (men) spent too much of our “bonding” time boasting about our real or imagined prowess. So much that we bask in our alternate universe (aka delusional state), or convince those around us that we are the spawn of Don Juan himself. Comical is the first word that comes to mind when I think of those times. At the same time, if we didn’t feel the need to prove ourselves (and our hype) to our friends, we may have never attempted half the isht we did.

So, what does all this mean? IDK (I just learned that lingo…seemed appropriate). I guess it means that although college days swiftly pass, it doesn’t mean that life has passed you. Living in, or on, past glory is a quick way to eliminate the potential the future has to offer. Spend today working on today, and tomorrow on tomorrow. The memories you create will be better because they will be recent and true. Besides, if you have to tell everyone how good you were, were you really that good?

That’s just my three cents….

Sill-E

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