I'm getting together with a friend of mine tomorrow night for dinner that I haven't seen since I moved out of Kent in '06 and am trying to figure out how to squeeze the greatest amount of rockingness onto one mix CD.
We were part of the same crew of various quirky types who hung out together, spent our work-study money on tickets to shows, slacked around in various dorm rooms and apartments watching movies, playing videogames, listening to way too much music. I wasted a lot of time with real losers just because we liked the same bands but he was one of the few people who was just a really nice and decent person which is why I'm even bothering to reconnect to ramble about loud guitars, and life in general.
I re-read some of my writing from when I was there and I thought I knew everything and had this total attitude and I really thought I had way more of the answers, and was way more angry about really pointless things like this band that totally sucks or that lame group of hipsters or how stupid that professor is.
I was so immersed in subculture that I couldn't always see beyond it and thankfully I left the college town, ended up in Cleveland around people that weren't like me and places that I never thought I'd be and it's humbled me a lot, and while I still have a big mouth, it's not quite as ridiculous as it used to be. I'm more willing to admit when I'm wrong and hopefully I listen more instead of just waiting to speak.
I'm sure I'll look back at what I've just written a few years from now and wonder what the hell I was thinking but hopefully not as much as then.