Saturday, January 28, 2006
i've asked quite a few girls about this and a majority of them told me they would NOT do it.
i've asked, if they ever had the chance, would they go back to high skool age with all the knowledge they know now. would they do it all over again.
i now call it, "The Uncle Rico Syndrome"
my wife was one that i got my main info out of. she just said high skool was hell for a teenage girl. she would never wanna repeat that.
i asked, even if you knew everything you know now? you could sidestep all the obstacles. stay away from the bad people. avoid wearing fashion statements that will be painfully regretted. invest in microsoft. yada yada yada.
now me, i would sooooooo go back. as long as i could retain my memories up till now. that hell date i mentioned earlier, never would have happened. i could have never told anybody that john and i were secret agents. i would have never worn cavaricci pants, or even cavaricci knock-offs. a butt-load of things i would have or never have done. i would never have paid to see weeekend at bernie's II. ...etc.
sure, i'd make just as stupid mistakes in their place. i would say something even more stupid than, "he's a banana." or "we're secret agents"
but, hey, sometimes ya gotta roll the dice.
i know i would do this too, cuz it's a recurring dream. i used to think i never had those. but it always turns out in the dream that i'm back in high skool or college. but of course, i'm the same age i am now. everybody seems to be ok with this. the last one i remember, i was trying to keep my job in pools and figure out how to go to my old college. ...in lincoln, il. kind of a commute. but, hey. i wake up. i go on with my life. which does not involve time travel.
and the magic word is: monkeyboogers.
i've asked, if they ever had the chance, would they go back to high skool age with all the knowledge they know now. would they do it all over again.
i now call it, "The Uncle Rico Syndrome"
my wife was one that i got my main info out of. she just said high skool was hell for a teenage girl. she would never wanna repeat that.
i asked, even if you knew everything you know now? you could sidestep all the obstacles. stay away from the bad people. avoid wearing fashion statements that will be painfully regretted. invest in microsoft. yada yada yada.
now me, i would sooooooo go back. as long as i could retain my memories up till now. that hell date i mentioned earlier, never would have happened. i could have never told anybody that john and i were secret agents. i would have never worn cavaricci pants, or even cavaricci knock-offs. a butt-load of things i would have or never have done. i would never have paid to see weeekend at bernie's II. ...etc.
sure, i'd make just as stupid mistakes in their place. i would say something even more stupid than, "he's a banana." or "we're secret agents"
but, hey, sometimes ya gotta roll the dice.
i know i would do this too, cuz it's a recurring dream. i used to think i never had those. but it always turns out in the dream that i'm back in high skool or college. but of course, i'm the same age i am now. everybody seems to be ok with this. the last one i remember, i was trying to keep my job in pools and figure out how to go to my old college. ...in lincoln, il. kind of a commute. but, hey. i wake up. i go on with my life. which does not involve time travel.
and the magic word is: monkeyboogers.
