I was thinking the other day how the lack of a widely used Internet in my college days means I didn't write much in those days. Well, I did, but that was my weekly newspaper column. Those are fun to read, because they remind me about how I was naive and sometimes a little overly idealistic.
I certainly never wrote about my personal life in the newspaper, which in retrospect was something of a train wreck. I really sucked at relationships. I had a habit of making girls my best friends, was oblivious to those that outright wanted to fuck me, and my first love was about as immature a relationship as you could have (long distance, no less). Oh, and one of my female friends ended up being a psycho who stalked herself and apparently blamed it on me, I later learned. Those were strange times.
My professional ambitions were also a little nuts. I wouldn't go as far as to say they were impractical or unrealistic, but more that they were desires not fueled by anything other than fantasy. It's hard to say if that's good or bad, because we certainly have a bell curve we follow in terms of risk over time.
I need to write about some of those stories. They're a staggering 20 years in the past now. They're fun to think about because in some ways they make me think more about my present life. I don't know how I could have been so clueless about so many things then, but certainly some of it was that I just wasn't willing to take anyone's advice as the gospel. I'm still that way, though now it's more of an issue of consideration and not disregard.
Now where do I start...