It’d be nice to go back to the days when we had beepers. The glory days. When it was acceptable to forget washing your hair once in a while, and a stain here and there was just an inexpensive accessory. When everyone carried a backpack, on their backs, walking home with a friend or two. It was safer to lick a penny than it was to sit on the sidewalk, and there was always the smell of smog and churros in the air. The music was good, the people were assholes. The subcompact ruled the super highway, and nobody left home without their CD albums. To think, it was actually fun not having to spend 600 dollars for a few hours entertainment, just sitting back outside blasting some of that Seattle trend, sweating your balls off because you were too cheap to upgrade to a/c. There were such things as paperboys, the mailman for the most part still walked, and nobody cared to know your name.
Jumping 15 years ahead, things are just so complicated now. People have degraded into the lesser form of an asshole, maybe some sort of bagel hole. It’s next to natural to carry your mini PC with you wherever you go, blasting that generic emo-pop as you text you friend five minutes down the corner. I don’t know where I’m going with this, but sometimes I wish it was just a hell of a lot easier to live in the past, and to pretend others feel things around you in the same or similar way. I doubt the atmosphere today will ever eclipse with the romanticism I still hold to those days in the past, laying lazily on the lawn, barefoot, having the dirty yet refreshing wind blow onto you, drying the sweat as you fall into a shallow sleep, waking only to find the years have doubled on you.
