Music: Da Lata - Alice (No Pais Da Malandragem) + Deltron 3030 - 3030
Mood: Overwhelmed
I am in an immense state of shock. To preface, this night has taught me many wonderful lessons that I shall henceforth cherish as sacred and true. You see, like the dumb fool that I am, I thought it was a good idea to check out Wedding Crashers this evening. Now, the movie was excellent, and I highly recommend it to everyone. But, the trouble was not the film itself; my peril is a by-product of the time I chose to see this flick. 7:30 PM, at the Calabasas Commons, which you might be thinking is so innocuous, that there would be nothing even remotley negative that could possibly occur. Right?
Wrong.
7:30 in Calabasas at the Commons is the playground for pre-pubescent games of grab-ass. I stood to the side and watched as these so-called teenagers shot the proverbial shit, wandering amidst their peers trying to stand-out in some totally contrived-yet-somehow-considered-unconventional-(dare I say rebellious)-fashion, literallly. This one dude was wearing a plaid shirt a la 1994, but completley unbuttoned, so he could catch glances from the crowd of kiddies on the off chance that one girl finds it in her 'heart' to blow him before the night is over. What's more, his 'boys' were wearing their so cliche NoFX shirts they bought from Urban Outfitters from the bargain bin. GET YOUR OWN SENSE OF STYLE, KID.
Ok, it is not like I was never at that point in my life. I like to convince myself otherwise, but the fact of the matter is, we all did stupid things when we were young and in high school. That's another thing that struck me. As they mingled without purpose, I thought to myself how very thankful I am done with high school. That entire phase in my life just seems so distant and cheap after watching these kids make a mockery of their freedom. There was a circle about 30 deep gathered at the front of the movie theater just to watch two Armenian kids in LRG and Ecko shirts try and freestyle over the token black guy's 'beat-boxing' (Which is another thing- why does is it that the black guy is expected to know how to beat-box?!? Can't he just be the star player on the all-white basketball team? Where's the love, y'all).
If anything, the experience was an eye-opener. Never in my life had I expected the youth of my generation to stoop to such assinine levels. Watching five guys jacked up on testosterone try and mack it out with 5 totally oblivious girls is hillarious, and can be a world of entertainment by itself. But that's not what made my moment, or my day for that matter. What I came away thinking was that I'm fortunate to be older, wiser, and not a part of that 'scene'. High school politics and who's getting with who is so blatantly pointless, when you consider that your 9th grade flame is probably going to UC Berkeley and you're doing double-time at Irvine in three years.
I don't know if its a part of growing up, or a subconscious reaction to my past, but I know that today was important. I just can't figure out why.
Mood: Overwhelmed
I am in an immense state of shock. To preface, this night has taught me many wonderful lessons that I shall henceforth cherish as sacred and true. You see, like the dumb fool that I am, I thought it was a good idea to check out Wedding Crashers this evening. Now, the movie was excellent, and I highly recommend it to everyone. But, the trouble was not the film itself; my peril is a by-product of the time I chose to see this flick. 7:30 PM, at the Calabasas Commons, which you might be thinking is so innocuous, that there would be nothing even remotley negative that could possibly occur. Right?
Wrong.
7:30 in Calabasas at the Commons is the playground for pre-pubescent games of grab-ass. I stood to the side and watched as these so-called teenagers shot the proverbial shit, wandering amidst their peers trying to stand-out in some totally contrived-yet-somehow-considered-unconventional-(dare I say rebellious)-fashion, literallly. This one dude was wearing a plaid shirt a la 1994, but completley unbuttoned, so he could catch glances from the crowd of kiddies on the off chance that one girl finds it in her 'heart' to blow him before the night is over. What's more, his 'boys' were wearing their so cliche NoFX shirts they bought from Urban Outfitters from the bargain bin. GET YOUR OWN SENSE OF STYLE, KID.
Ok, it is not like I was never at that point in my life. I like to convince myself otherwise, but the fact of the matter is, we all did stupid things when we were young and in high school. That's another thing that struck me. As they mingled without purpose, I thought to myself how very thankful I am done with high school. That entire phase in my life just seems so distant and cheap after watching these kids make a mockery of their freedom. There was a circle about 30 deep gathered at the front of the movie theater just to watch two Armenian kids in LRG and Ecko shirts try and freestyle over the token black guy's 'beat-boxing' (Which is another thing- why does is it that the black guy is expected to know how to beat-box?!? Can't he just be the star player on the all-white basketball team? Where's the love, y'all).
If anything, the experience was an eye-opener. Never in my life had I expected the youth of my generation to stoop to such assinine levels. Watching five guys jacked up on testosterone try and mack it out with 5 totally oblivious girls is hillarious, and can be a world of entertainment by itself. But that's not what made my moment, or my day for that matter. What I came away thinking was that I'm fortunate to be older, wiser, and not a part of that 'scene'. High school politics and who's getting with who is so blatantly pointless, when you consider that your 9th grade flame is probably going to UC Berkeley and you're doing double-time at Irvine in three years.
I don't know if its a part of growing up, or a subconscious reaction to my past, but I know that today was important. I just can't figure out why.
dude give me back my nofx shirt
the day was important cuz you stopped by to visit my blind ass.... nuCCa