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Top Ten Ways to Squander the Best Years of Your Life


Who doesn’t love a good top ten list? Especially when the list is just sad and self-deprecating. Standing here at age 32, I look back at my teenage years and early twenties and a single tear squeaks out from my cringing eye. I hope everyone finds some humor in the travesty that was my youth:

10. Go straight home after school, do not pass go, do not collect any cool points – Who has any fun doing this? Backpack over both shoulders, hair parted cleanly on the left like a fascist dictator, broad-striped polo, overly snug blue jeans that never knew the touch of the top of my XJ-900 discount high-tops. I silently walked to and from the bus stop, head down, minding my own business everyday. Never hungout too late or forgot to call home. Good God man, do something with yourself!

9. Date a strictly religious girl in high school – Life is too short to spend it trying to breech the walls of godly servitude with the inadequacies of male teenage hormones. My days and nights spent wooing a girl who already had a man in her life. My 15-year-old game with the ladies was no match for The Jesus.

8. Play video games until eye twitches involuntarily – Nothing says “Chick Magnet” or “Life of the Party” like beating Super Mario Bros. 3 in 25 minutes and then taking polaroid pictures of the screen to prove it to all your friends at school the next day. Oh yeah, I did that. Nobody seemed to be as impressed as I thought they would be, which pretty much sums up the extent of most of the accomplishments of my youth.

7. Ferociously consume Doritos and Pepsi like they’re going out of business tomorrow – Combine this one with my video game prowess and you have a formula that can’t help but keep you from getting any action with the ladies. What does Johnny-Football-Hero have that I don’t have? Besides the fact that he is not borderline diabetic, his skin is not pale and blotchy from lack of exposure to the sun, his teeth are white and his fingers aren’t stained orange.

6. Work at a fast food joint/clean toilets in Wal-Mart – As you can see here, I got the privilege of experiencing the intricacies of the entire digestive process first hand. McDonald’s in Wal-Mart, followed by the ascension of my powerful career to stockboy in the Wal-Mart itself. Talk about having your life-force drained on a daily basis. I guess the only upside to this is things have to get better from here, right?

5. Put off getting a car/love masheen – Worst. Decision. Ever. The only means of escape that you have as a young man working a crappy job, living in a crappy apartment in a crappy town. Having a car is your own little piece of freedom and solitude. My advice for any young man/woman? Get in a car and just drive away. See where you end up.

4. Get involved with a married woman – This should seem mind-numbingly obvious… to some. To others, “It seemed like a good idea at the time.” I wish I could go back in time and kick my own ass. It wouldn’t matter I suppose. When I was 19 you couldn’t tell me anything. My 19-year-old self would look at me now and try to tell him he doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about… what a waste.

3. Have kids before you’re done growing up – Were you forced to grow up too fast after a rocky childhood? Do you work at a fast food restaurant or clean up human feces at Wal-Mart? Are you involved with a married woman? Do you have no car, money, friends, life, or future to speak of? If you answered yes to any or all of these questions then you might have what it takes to be a real moron and compound your problems infinitely!

2. Join the army – Why be miserable at home when you can do it overseas, in a desert, surrounded by people with explosives who hate you! You didn’t really want those eight years of your life from 21-29, did you? What were you going to do anyway? Start your life?

1. Marry a bona fide lunatic – Ah, the discolored and rotting cherry on top of it all. I think the fact that she got drunk before our luxurious Reno wedding should have been at least one small clue. Ya know, in case I missed the paternity and adultery issues from before. Damn, was I an astute young man or what? I spell relief with a D.

Thank God that’s all over. I’m sure my 30’s will go off without a hitch….


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I can hear myself think


What I sometimes think about when nobody is talking…

I have recurring dreams about flying. I just spread my arms out and soar into the sky, free from all the bindings and responsibilities of the earthly realm. These dreams are usually followed promptly by dreams about me plummeting to my death in a terrifying free fall as the earth comes rushing back to crush me. I don’t need any dream interpretation skills to figure out what this means.

I have to laugh when I hear people get really perturbed when they hear a celebrity’s view in world matters. These people get all indignant and say things like “What the hell does Bono know about anything? He’s just some dumb singer. Just stick to writin’ crappy songs and let other people worry about things you couldn’t possibly understand, all right pretty boy?!” Well, I don’t know Jimboy, you seem to vocalize your opinions pretty loudly and you have more missing digits than remaining teeth, so let’s hear what Brad Pitt thinks about world hunger for a sec. Maybe other people can also have a shred of insight, even if they are just subhuman celebrities.

I’ll take experience over age any day. Just because you are old doesn’t mean you are wise. A person can live their whole life and experience next to nothing. There is no seniority rule in truth, but the truth of an experience is lost if the person doesn’t have the will for self-reflection.

If you ask me what I think or feel about something and I say “Oh, I don’t really know.” I am lying. I am just subconciously stalling so that my brain can catch up. You didn’t ask me what I “know” about something, or any factual statistical analysis. You asked what I thought or felt about it and the brain never stops thinking or feeling at anytime. There is no off switch. It is hard-wired to prejudge, to make snap decisions as a matter of survival. When I say “I don’t know” it means “Of course I have already formed an opinion on the subject, whether or not I wish to admit it. Even if I appear undecided or neutral, deep down I know what I feel, but I don’t want to sound ignorant or short-sighted.” I think most people feel that way about most things, if they are honest with themselves.

If you truly believe that you don’t care what anyone thinks about you, you’re probably lying to yourself. You are a social animal and you didn’t just unravel millions of years of human evolution that is dependent upon group interaction for survival, just because you listen to indie rock and shop at Hot Topic. You care. Thoreau didn’t fill up reams of paper so that he could read his own thoughts at some later date. It’s usually the people who think themselves the most individualistic and free of any outside influence who have to find someone to tell it to or rush around letting the world know how much they don’t care. What a pathetically selfish world it would be if nobody cared what anyone else thought or felt.