Everything New Will Be Everything Old.
Tonight I was rummaging through my closet looking for my damn Nintendo 64. I couldn't find it. But what I did find was something more valuable than the time that I would use playing a video game. My childhood. I found box after box of things that I brought with me when I moved away from California five years ago. Boxes that I must've packed years before that move. There were junior high projects and papers, report cards, collector cards, books, letters, pictures, programs, everything that you could think of was in there. The only thing missing in there was the Nintendo 64 that I was looking for. But thats okay.
All of my XMEN Comic cards and all of my spanish notes were there. I found a few marching band programs that I failed to sell during our annual invitational. I found my sheet music from the very first time I went to a marching band class. My band instructor got an airplane that year, so he wrote the entire show with a flight theme. It was totally original and the very best show I did the 4 years that I was in the Emerald Regime.
There were birthday cards in there. "HAPPY SWEET 16" one of them said. "Wow" I thought to myself. I can't believe that its been 10 years. Thats 10 long years ago. It was from this girl that I used to be really best friends with named Monica. She gave me a Wherehouse gift certificate for $20 bucks. That meant a lot to me. I think the CD that I got with it was The Offspring or something lame like that. LOL!
What struck me the most about digging through these boxes was the simple fact that everything in there had a really old look to it. During the 80s, the world went through an uglification craze where they made everything stylish totally ugly. I guess it was the rebellion to disco or something, but throughout the 80s and 90s things were just so UGLY! But at the time it was the hottest look or design. If you know me, I won't ever buy anything that is the slightest unpretty. Its shallow, yes. But I feel that if I'm going to get something I'm gonna have to pick something out that will most represent myself. Ugly just ain't gonna cut it. Anyway, looking back at all those things like binders, notebooks, picture envelopes, magazine covers, etc. everything looked so ugly. "EWWW" I thought to myself! By today's standards you couldn't find things like that even in a vietnamese second-hand dollar store.
But everything hot today will become cold tomorrow. That is the way the world and universe works. One day Pluto is floatin' around out there and the next one Earth is denouncing it. The human race no matter how camouflaged with bigotry or traditional it stays is a progressive force that is unstoppable. Time will tick on. The world will spin on. One day you're young and strong, the next day you're hunched over and long... on the tooth that is. My point is, opening up this box to my "Childhood" is a stark reminder that my world is moving peripherally around me while I'm enjoying my coffee and biscotti. Our time on this earth is fleeting. In my family, most males don't make it to 60 years old. I'm almost halfway there. I have to pick up the pace and start something.
Everything new will become everything old one day. With the exception of fashion, which seems to recycle itself every 10 years, things will one day be totally different to me. Am I making sense? I don't really think so. Hmmm. Anyway, I'm gonna go back to my time capsule. I wish y'all could see my junk from way back then. Man I was something else...
All of my XMEN Comic cards and all of my spanish notes were there. I found a few marching band programs that I failed to sell during our annual invitational. I found my sheet music from the very first time I went to a marching band class. My band instructor got an airplane that year, so he wrote the entire show with a flight theme. It was totally original and the very best show I did the 4 years that I was in the Emerald Regime.
There were birthday cards in there. "HAPPY SWEET 16" one of them said. "Wow" I thought to myself. I can't believe that its been 10 years. Thats 10 long years ago. It was from this girl that I used to be really best friends with named Monica. She gave me a Wherehouse gift certificate for $20 bucks. That meant a lot to me. I think the CD that I got with it was The Offspring or something lame like that. LOL!
What struck me the most about digging through these boxes was the simple fact that everything in there had a really old look to it. During the 80s, the world went through an uglification craze where they made everything stylish totally ugly. I guess it was the rebellion to disco or something, but throughout the 80s and 90s things were just so UGLY! But at the time it was the hottest look or design. If you know me, I won't ever buy anything that is the slightest unpretty. Its shallow, yes. But I feel that if I'm going to get something I'm gonna have to pick something out that will most represent myself. Ugly just ain't gonna cut it. Anyway, looking back at all those things like binders, notebooks, picture envelopes, magazine covers, etc. everything looked so ugly. "EWWW" I thought to myself! By today's standards you couldn't find things like that even in a vietnamese second-hand dollar store.
But everything hot today will become cold tomorrow. That is the way the world and universe works. One day Pluto is floatin' around out there and the next one Earth is denouncing it. The human race no matter how camouflaged with bigotry or traditional it stays is a progressive force that is unstoppable. Time will tick on. The world will spin on. One day you're young and strong, the next day you're hunched over and long... on the tooth that is. My point is, opening up this box to my "Childhood" is a stark reminder that my world is moving peripherally around me while I'm enjoying my coffee and biscotti. Our time on this earth is fleeting. In my family, most males don't make it to 60 years old. I'm almost halfway there. I have to pick up the pace and start something.
Everything new will become everything old one day. With the exception of fashion, which seems to recycle itself every 10 years, things will one day be totally different to me. Am I making sense? I don't really think so. Hmmm. Anyway, I'm gonna go back to my time capsule. I wish y'all could see my junk from way back then. Man I was something else...