In the past twenty years the things that matter most to me have changed so drastically I sometimes wonder if I am the same person. Did I get a lobotomy? Are body snatchers real?
In 1989 I was always avoiding my parents and family. In 2009, I cherish the moments I have with my father, brother, and grandmother. They are all the real family I have left and it makes me wonder if I didn't miss out on some stuff from yesteryear.
In 1989, I looked at females and wondered what they looked like naked. In 2009, I wonder if they can carry a conversation for 15 minutes without mentioning some reality TV show and if they actually know what is going on in the world.
In 1989, I loved sports, but wouldn't care if I missed a game. In 2009, I never miss a big game. While this aspect of my life might seem childish, it's those special moments in sports that bring me happiness.
In 1989, I loved to fight. Seriously, it's sick, but I loved it. I got into some fracas almost every weekend. I almost got turned on by fighting. In 2009, I avoid physical confrontations at almost all costs.
In 1989, I thought I knew everything. In 2009, I try and learn something new every day. What I do know is that 19-year olds today are a lot dumber than we were in 1989.
In 1989, I spent about 10 minutes in front of a computer a week. Now that's about my hourly average.
In 1989, I spent about 20 minutes brushing my hair before going out. In 2009, I shave my head because I just don't have the patience.
In 1989, I thought I knew what love was. In 2009, I know what it is, but not sure how to attain it.
In 1989, I could hit a baseball 400ft, I could throw a football 54 yards (and 30 with my left hand), I could get rim playing basketball. I could drive a golf ball 270+ yards. I could jog a mile in 7 minutes and actually jump a hurdle. In 2009, I have two torn ACL's, one torn rotator cuff, I can't play any sports anywhere near where I used to, but damn can I watch me some sports. Plus, if you see me running, you better start running too, because something terrifying is chasing me.
In 1989, a perfect day was getting drunk, getting laid, and ending up at the diner at 5AM for coffee. In 2009, I'm happy with the coffee.
In 1989 I was always avoiding my parents and family. In 2009, I cherish the moments I have with my father, brother, and grandmother. They are all the real family I have left and it makes me wonder if I didn't miss out on some stuff from yesteryear.
In 1989, I looked at females and wondered what they looked like naked. In 2009, I wonder if they can carry a conversation for 15 minutes without mentioning some reality TV show and if they actually know what is going on in the world.
In 1989, I loved sports, but wouldn't care if I missed a game. In 2009, I never miss a big game. While this aspect of my life might seem childish, it's those special moments in sports that bring me happiness.
In 1989, I loved to fight. Seriously, it's sick, but I loved it. I got into some fracas almost every weekend. I almost got turned on by fighting. In 2009, I avoid physical confrontations at almost all costs.
In 1989, I thought I knew everything. In 2009, I try and learn something new every day. What I do know is that 19-year olds today are a lot dumber than we were in 1989.
In 1989, I spent about 10 minutes in front of a computer a week. Now that's about my hourly average.
In 1989, I spent about 20 minutes brushing my hair before going out. In 2009, I shave my head because I just don't have the patience.
In 1989, I thought I knew what love was. In 2009, I know what it is, but not sure how to attain it.
In 1989, I could hit a baseball 400ft, I could throw a football 54 yards (and 30 with my left hand), I could get rim playing basketball. I could drive a golf ball 270+ yards. I could jog a mile in 7 minutes and actually jump a hurdle. In 2009, I have two torn ACL's, one torn rotator cuff, I can't play any sports anywhere near where I used to, but damn can I watch me some sports. Plus, if you see me running, you better start running too, because something terrifying is chasing me.
In 1989, a perfect day was getting drunk, getting laid, and ending up at the diner at 5AM for coffee. In 2009, I'm happy with the coffee.
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