Sometimes 124 Characters Aren’t Enough
February 5th, 2010I kind of miss having to write papers in high school and college. I never did more than a day (or a few hours) before they were due. That’s not how cool I am, that’s how lazy I am. Most of the time it would be so late I ended putting in some strange “enlightened” message about life. Most of the time it was a sleep deprived delirium. They must have thought I was crazy. Things haven’t changed much, I’m still “unique” but now I can write and I don’t have to worry about grades.
High school was rough for me. It’s not that I didn’t have any friends, or that I was picked on. People didn’t hate me (except for Dave Bermudez). I managed a girlfriend or two. High school for me wasn’t the life changing experience I saw in Beverly Hills 90210,
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Head of The Class,
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or even Saved By The Bell.
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In hindsight, it’s because I didn’t care and I never tried. I was too scared to make a mistake, too afraid too be judged, too dumb to know any better. Now as a grown ass man I look back and think of the things that made me the man I am today.
My curse is that I remember a lot of crap. Nothing ever important. Just random chance occurrences that meant nothing to the people involved except for me.
The thing about me is that I live in my own reality (duh). I’m learning that perception is relative (der) and that there are always two sides to a story (no kidding). But what I’ve learned after relating to others, that my stories are my stories. They live on in my head like the first time I got laid. I remember it as awesome, but in reality me, she, and her were HORRIBLE. Okay, there was no her (or him- sickos). Reality messes everything up. It’s why people like Avatar and Facebook. But hey, are you going to tell the 5 year old that Santa isn’t real? (I hope 5 year olds don’t Google this).
Nowadays I like to tell stories. I think it has something to do with getting older and taking inventory of my life. Friends, fun, failures and maybe even some victories. I like to think of my life experiences as character building.
What I learned most importantly, that without my friends, my Brothers From Another Mother, I wouldn’t be me.
So that’s what your going to get out of me. Read me wax poetic on the days when I thought I was cool and random stories of stuff that I did. Somethings will get “anonymized” because we are all grown folks now with jobs and wives or husbands and shit. Anyways, relax, it happened like a million years ago.
- H_Rod
