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I look back fondly and think about previous times in my life while moving ahead! LOL!
The past is a nice place to occasionally visit but I wouldn't want to live there!
^ This for me.
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shareThere are some things that i miss sometimes...
share*nostalgic
Sometimes. I don't "periodically" look back on life, but there are definitely times in the past that I wish I could go back to (yet know I can't). However, I don't get stuck in the past, either.
"Sometimes. I don't "periodically" look back on life, but there are definitely times in the past that I wish I could go back to (yet know I can't)."
Sometimes when I'm thinking of the past I remember certain times when I was worried about the future. At those times I wish I could bring that younger me here into the present and show her that things have all worked out beyond her dreams.... that it's going to all work out fine.
Sounds silly, but it's a nice day dream.
That's not silly, it's very sweet.
I'm still at that point where I have no idea what the heck to do with my life. I have some vague ideas, and dreams, but nothing solid other than being in college now. Just kinda going with the flow at the moment.
Thank you.
The uncertainty can sometimes be overwhelming. You're right to just go with the flow since you are in college. There are so many possibilities for you and many roads to take.... I'm being silly again, but it is true. At one point we may think we know what we want and then life takes a turn and we find ourselves on a different path. That's not necessarily bad. It's what makes life interesting. Good luck in whatever comes your way. Things do seem to work out in the most surprising ways.
One word of advice to give is to apply like crazy for jobs that relate to your degree and fast. I had "other hobbies" that got in the way; however, real life is nothing like college. Unless you have someone who you can depend on, you will struggle with yourself for a while to keep yourself afloat and if you do not have a strong network, you will find yourself alone, almost in purgatory.
Like you, I had no idea what I wanted to do; however, it seems that people, who had a clear vision of what they exactly wanted to do, are getting ahead faster and faster. It is almost like, just to break even, the people, who do not know what they want to do, do anything. This will at least put you on a level playing field with everyone else.
Thanks for the advice, Arvin. Luckily my parents are willing to support me for as long as they are able (or until I get married, whatever comes first).
I applied to roughly a dozen summer jobs/internships this summer, but unfortunately I didn't get any of them (yet).
My current major is Computer Science, which is supposed to have a good job market, but the subject is so wide that I don't know what to do with it yet.
Be careful. Most parents do say that; however, they really want us to be independent when push comes to shove. The economy is not doing so well and job security is pretty much non-existent. Even the whole "house wife" thing is outdated. With divorce rates around 75%, it is uncertain if even a spouse would be able to support. Additionally, it appears, at least in Kentucky anyway; the females seem to hold their own here (yeah, kind of hypocritical to my previous statements) and they are outdoing guys. Seems like a turnaround where the spousal health insurance puts the guy on hers (when it use to be vice versa). Things to think about.
I sometimes think about how awful my dad was to me, till I had kids, then realized it wasn't him at all, it was me, and that haunts me.
shareIt is so much different. OMG!! MY PARENTS WERE RIGHT!
The meaning of "stand up on your own two feet....stand up on your own two feet". I actually know what was meant by that now.
I long for the more casual, easygoing, lenient times of the era in which I was a child. I don't want to be a child again. I just really miss how society as a whole was back then. So many times I wish the internet age never happened. It's a wonderful technology, but it was disastrous to the human species on the whole.
shareI get what you mean.
shareI think I am getting a little more nostalgic as I get older. Not that the times I look back on were always super happy or anything, often there were hard times then too, but there was more freedom and fun, and less responsibility. Well that's like everyone's life in their 20's, I guess!
I think I move forward mostly, and there are definitely things about the present day that I could never live without now, like the internet. But I think not having it when I was young was a good thing. I'm very very glad that there was no facebook when I was in my teens and 20's.
I'm very very glad that there was no facebook when I was in my teens and 20's.
Oh dear lord so am I!
It's bad enough people remembering that time when you were so drunk that you....let alone all the photographic evidence and yearly reminders! share
^^^^This! Dear Lord I hope that photo of me under a car at Daytona Beach isn't floating around somewhere! Let's just say I was more than "3 sheets to the wind" when the gang rolled me under the car to keep me from being completely baked! Oh, thank goodness for no mobile phones, video cameras, pc's...in other words...What happened in Daytona...stayed in Daytona!!
shareHaha.
I hear ya.
I have at least a couple dozen of those pictures out there.
LOL! I'm sitting here chuckling to myself! Being from a small town in Florida in the '50's I could tell some tales! We didn't snort, we didn't shoot up, we didn't do reefers, but we had a hell of a time with a beer in one hand and a cig in another! And we were the WILD BUNCH! Everyone knew everyone else. The guys watched out for us gals, no worry about them taking liberties. I remember one time my dad was out of town, so I took advantage of the situation. I didn't drag in until 3 in the morning, turned the door knob (didn't lock our doors back then) and just as I did my mom met me at the door in a white night gown! I thought I had died. The angel was there to collect me! Oh, Lord don't take me yet!
shareLOL. That is awesome. I've had some of those experiences too.
I grew up in a small town in the midwest during the 70's and 80's.
Experienced most things those decades had to offer. We were the same way.
Had a group who were the first ones to the party and the last ones to leave.
Everybody trusted everybody. We never had any problems with each other.
There was one weekend where I went to Chicago on a Friday after school.
I never told anybody. Had a time to remember to say the least. We were getting served
in the bars when we were 16 and 17. I got back on Sunday only to find out my mom
had called the cops and issued a missing persons for me. She hadn't seen me since
Thursday night. Dad was not impressed to the say the least.
The Four Seasons had it right, Oh What a Night.
Too, too funny! From Thursday until Sunday? Wow! Thank goodness my mom didn't tell my dad. I had plenty of those "Oh What a Night"(s) We always knew someone who would buy for us. Good thing Dad was a deep sleeper and raised the rafters with his snoring. He never heard me drag in, but my poor mom (I later learned) stayed awake until I got home and she had to work! She never told him, bless her heart.
Another tale I will never, ever forget. I have to remember because so many are starting to leave us. There are fewer each year to recount the high jinks. Friends I've had for over 55 years.
Anyhow, another trip to Daytona, but this time it didn't stay in Daytona! We all had drove over on Friday night. It was party time! There's something worse going to sleep drunk...it's waking up, with a hangover, sand all over you, the salt air and sun beating down on you! Well, you know the old saying, "the hair of the dog". Trouble is it didn't work no how many times I tried it followed by water chasers. Needless to say by Saturday evening I was out of my gourd! They couldn't get me sober. We were headed home, but they couldn't deliver me at the house in the shape I was in. Evening turned into night. Still not sober. They didn't know what to do with me until one of the guys who had graduated got a bright idea. He was planning to go to mortuary school and was at the time working at the local funeral home. You guessed it! There they took me. The gals stripped me down to my undies (I think it was just them. He would never tell me) and plunged me into a tub of ice cold water. I half way remember that part, but I definitely remember the part where he said "The next step is to take her to see the dead." I came straight up out of that water and made a bee line for the door! I was sober! I was sober I think! It ended with me spending the night with my best friend. She had called my mom earlier and told her I had become sick from too much sun. Yeah, right! Too much sun did me in!
You sound like my kind of gal ! I think you and I would have been fast friends
no matter what decade it was. Seems like we had similar interests in our youth.
We also got way too much sun back in the day.
Your mom sounds great. It was hard to keep anything from my dad.
His first response was usually "Well, what did the boy do now"
That is a terrific story. Not many people can say they took an ice bath in a mortuary,
much less in their underwear. What are the chances you had a friend who worked there.
I guess it's a good thing he wasn't going to school to be a dentist. That might not have
ended so well.
I love nostalgia. I usually keep old films and popular items from my high school days
shareI never thought of that...a dentist...shudder, shudder! First and only time I knew it occurring, "an ice bath in a mortuary"! Through the years whenever I saw that dear, sweet man he would laugh and remind me of the event. Like I could forget! We have a once a month dinner for those of us who went to school together. He would wait until the cacophony would die down, then the story would begin again. The table of high school friends would erupt with laughter re-living the tale. He never would tell me if he was part of the stripping down. He would just grin. He left us about two years ago. I won't hear the tale from him again. I signed his online obit and made note I would miss him teasing me about the funeral home caper.
shareIt sounds like you were surrounded by some awfully great people.
So nice you remained friends all these years.
Seems harder nowadays, everybody is just so busy.
LOL.
After I read your reply about the song it hit me. I had forgotten
what that song was about. I didn't mean it like that when I wrote it.
I meant it like you said "it was party time."
Now remembering that weekend the song does fit.
Boys will always be boys.
I located this searching for song meanings:
"General Comment
According to wikipedia:
"The song was originally about the repeal of Prohibition, but the lyrics were changed at the urgings of Valli and lyricist Parker. The song became a nostalgic remembrance of a young man's "first time" with a woman. In the Broadway play Jersey Boys, the song accompanied the Bob Gaudio character being set up with a prostitute by the other Four Seasons, in order to lose his virginity."
"The scene was rather funny in Jersey Boys."
We shall say no more. What happened in Chicago...stays in Chicago. Good thing the police didn't find you!
The trouble with having lifetime friends, you not only laugh with them recalling old times, you grieve with them when their child dies. It's happened too often among my friends. Then we start leaving this earth ourselves. My graduating class had 42, six of them are no more. Our high school was so small we went to school with middle school kids. I don't remember them, because back then they were little kids. We didn't mess with them, no one was bullied. I can recall guys carrying their rifles to school every week for shop class or whatever. No big deal! We were so small in student numbers, the Seniors, Juniors, and Sophomores were all one happy group. Of course we had our studious kids, the college bound ones. As I wrote, we were the wild ones! The movie "American Graffiti" depicted our times the best.
That's interesting about the lyrics. I'm just trying to imagine
how you go from the repeal of prohibition to losing your virginity
to a prostitute.
We were lucky. Only got turned down by one place. Nobody else even
checked our I.D.
It certainly was a different time. Not like it is now.
I moved around a lot during those years.
Left 1/2 way through 8th grade, moved again, new school freshman year,
moved, new school sophomore year, moved, new school junior year,
moved 1/2 way through junior year back to where I started.
Then my family moved again. I stayed back by myself to graduate.
I wasn't about to start a new school in my senior year.
That was a fun conversation convincing my folks to let me stay.
I can not get that darn song out of my head! It just lingers there. Sometimes it breaks through and I start humming out loud! Please go away!
shareYou're welcome ??
shareNo thank you! You had to remind me again, didn't you? LOL! If you go to YouTube and listen to "Oh What a Night" several times, I guarantee you will have it stuck in your head! There's also live action videos. The song was released in 1975. Where did the time go?
shareThat's the exact reason I will not be doing that.
It's one of those songs.
I just listened to "Oh What a Night" again. I had forgot the words. In my case I meant partytime! I have a feeling you were relating something else. Boys will be boys!!
share"The past is a foreign country,they do things differently there" The go-between L.P.Hartley.
I get great enjoyment out of reminiscing about good times,try to avoid thinking of bad times because you cannot change them.I very much live in the here and now and don't plan too much for the future.
We often think that times were better,easier,safer when we were younger.There may be a lot of truth in that but I think we should remember that nowadays we get to hear about and see in graphic detail all the bad that happens all over the world so our perception may be skewed.