Throwback Thursday.

Ten years ago, I was floating through my second semester at a community college. You know, just getting the basics out of the way, or if we’re being honest here, stalling. Classes weren’t incredibly hard, and I took them with a grain of salt. I didn’t really soak in the knowledge or study anything in depth. After all, it was just the basics, I wouldn’t need these again. I can name maybe two of those professors now (Bob Sharp and Larson), but what was important was the people and the fun we had.

I spent most of my days hanging around with the few guys that were in the same boat as me. We were drifting through our community college classes for a bunch of different reasons. Either we didn’t apply ourselves in college, didn’t have the money to waste on four years at a major University, had no clue what we wanted to do, or a combination of all of those. We had to watch our friends go off to bigger and better things while we took menial jobs at the mall or grocery stores. Anything we could do to satisfy the 20 hr requirements by our parents to stay under their roof. I personally had a slew of jobs in this two year period. I was a waiter for about three months. I helped close down an Alberstons grocery store while I worked as their butcher. I even work at the mall at Origins selling beauty products and lotions and tons of things that I had no clue about, but I applied and got the job.

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We did whatever we could to make just enough money to hang out at Starbucks or go to see our favorite bands when they came to town. Fall Out Boy, Taking Back Sunday, Brand New, that whole scene. We grew our hair long, we played in crappy cover/jam bands in our friend’s garage.

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We did all of the things that kids our age had done for ages. We got drunk, smoked pot, tried and failed to meet girls, ate fast food, and shopped at the mall. We read a lot of Chuck Palahnuik and Hunter S. Thompson and watched indie movies. We thought we were more worldly than we actually were. We had answers to almost every questions as long as it wasn’t, “What do you want to do with yourself?”

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We spent our time at home on the computer rearranging our Myspace top 8, chatting with each other on AIM (using embarrassing screen-names like LithiumSideFX, TheJason182, or socoamarretto84)  , and watching Dane Cook flail around on stage at an attempt to be funny (and to us, then, he really was). We wore mostly band shirts that we got from shows or Hot Topic. My jeans were ripped to shreds and it wasn’t a style choice. I just wouldn’t buy new ones.

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It was a simple time. It was responsibility free. The only worry he had was what we were going to do next. What would we major in? Where it would take us? What did we really want to be when we “grew up”? And even that didn’t seem important.

That was ten years ago. Young enough to think smoking was cool and still get a ticket for under-aged drinking. Things have changed, as they should, but there are too many memories in here to forget.

[This post was brought to you by a recovered photobucket account]

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One Week Without Social Media…and Counting…

Does anyone realize how boring the Oscars are without live tweeting and bashing celebrities for being less than perfect? When was the last time you felt the intense pain of sitting through an entire commercial break without checking your Facebook to see if anyone has commented or liked your status? This has been my hell for my first week without social media (only six more of these to go). Checkout lines, waiting to get a haircut, and so many more menial downtime activities have become exponentially less interesting.

Sure, I have read more this week that I have since I graduated. But what good is it if I cannot brag about how much reading I am doing to get the approval of my peers?  I also started taking walks on my lunches (before this damn cold streak hit San Antonio). But again, do you think I walk for my health? No! I walk to find cool things to take pictures of and post on Instagram with #SATX #LunchWalk or some crap like that attached to it.

But in all seriousness, I went through my phone today and realized about 95% of the contacts I have on my phone have not gotten a text from me in well over a year, some of the numbers had never been used. I thought about sending some of them a nice text, “Hey, man! It’s been awhile. What’s new?” But I can only imagine their responses, “Who is this?” or “What do you want?” Because a text message should have a purpose, phone calls should have a point. Unless you have established a closer friendship and can do this, it just doesn’t seem like a social norm anymore. Social Media seems the preferred medium for quick catch ups or a hi-how-are-you type of conversation. Text messages are limited to your closest friends and phone calls are for family and significant others only.

This is my generation. This is what we are coming to. 400 friends on Facebook and only 20 of them get direct contact from me outside of a quick like and maybe even a carefully thought out witty comment. But there is a reason it is popular, it’s easy. It’s so easy to keep tabs on people that you once cared for or still think about from time to time. That guy from college that you used to bump into at parties a lot and really only knew while intoxicated or the person from your Spanish class that helped you cheat, these are the people that I am missing right now. These are the ones that I don’t get to see or hear from them.

I was thinking the other day that the number of friends my parents have from high school or that time period is so small that I’m not sure it is much more than 5 total. They moved on and were able to distance themselves from people who were only in their lives for a short bright second, but yet we have a problem getting away from that guy that used to sell you pot or the girl who used to hang around your fraternity house. Most of us don’t have plans to hang out with these people again, but here I am wanting to see what’s going on, if nothing more than to just break up the boring parts of the day.