I have been having nostalgia overload of late.
I think it started when I watched an episode of The Cosby Show at my parents place. It was the one when they turn the Huxtable residence into an apartment building to teach Theo a lesson about life, anyway it’s really funny and one of the only ones I remember really well. Since then I have been thrust back in time on a number of occasions; Full House is back on telly, Shaggy played Oh Carolina and Mr Boombastic at Raggamuffin (why I was there is irrelevant!) and sunny boys are back!! This, along with the hideously early 90s haircuts and shorts I’m seeing around Melbourne has made me considering my childhood. It might be the fact that it’s my 10 year high school reunion this year, or it could be that I have realised it's probably about time i started doing grown up things like being responsible (sigh*). Whatever the reason, Nostalgia is a bitch. Sometimes, like right now for instance, it holds you and doesn’t let go, forcing you to recall that crush you had on Michael J Fox and how awesome Sunny Boys were in primary school but that are actually not that great now. Apparently nothing looks or tastes quite the same.
So what does it mean? As you get older is everything shit? Is nothing actually as good as we thought it was? The older you get the more jaded you become?
I haven’t decided yet, but I’ll keep you posted as (like Theo here) I ponder the thought.
