Smashing Pumpkins – 1979 (1996) We were sure we’d never see an end to it all…
Pure unadulterated nostalgia.
Un-adult-erated. That’s what adolescence was for me; all adults were NPC’s. It was simply my friends and I let loose upon an unsuspecting world. This music video captures the essence of that era perfectly.
I’ve always had an unnatural fear of sitting next to attractive women on public transport. It doesn’t matter if it’s a bus, tram, train, ferry, plane or Heli-carrier; I feel slightly uneasy whenever I sit next to a pretty girl. This fear has absolutely nothing to do with a lack of confidence or some form of general social anxiety and more to do with the fact that I suspect pretty girls know they’re pretty.
Those that know me in the real world would take that statement as an opportunity to chime in with an enormously humorous and completely underused, “Heh, I can tell.” Comedic geniuses.
I do this not for money saving purposes or to make a poorly articulated statement about individualism.
No. I do it because historically I have never been able to find a hairdresser that cut my hair how I wanted it cut. They always cut it how THEY wanted to cut it, or how THEY think would look best. Without fail.
And I’d leave the hair salon with completely unrequested Emily The Strange style bangs or, even worse, a mullet, feeling equal parts angry/sad/confused.
Since the dawn of mankind we as a species have continued to develop our ability to communicate. Ever since our progenitors discovered they could grunt to convey ideas, we’ve created new means to get a message from our brain and into the brains of others.
From these first tentative steps toward peak communication, from grunts and smoke signals to pigeons, from Maritime flags and sign language to the culture shifting Alexander Graham Bell invention, all the way through to the modern marvel of interconnected satellite computer webs, we have strived to open our channels of communication for the betterment of our planetary society.
I woke up Saturday morning, always a excellent way to begin the day, and after checking my emails/facebook I thought: “I guess I’ll check my blog.”
I had posted a tale on Thursday and thought it may have couple of views. Or perhaps, if I was lucky, an adventurous soul may have stumbled down the rabbit hole, liked what they read, and decided to follow my further adventures.
Views in the thousands? Triple figure “likes”? Dozens of new followers?