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I'm descending into oldcel territory with less life experience than a 12 year old girl as I develop a truecel habit of lurking across the social media space (facebook) for my old friends and classmates. From here it looks as if they had fallen from the face of the earth. Their profiles now read like remnants of a bygone era, before they got holocausted in favor of the next generation.
But just a few years back their timelines were full of content. Every time I logged into facebook something new was happening, updates every hour, with each weekend a party being thrown at someones house, and if that failed they would call for a regroup at the local skate park to find out what the night has in hold for them. You'd feel a social pressure to hang out, to live out those precious years that were slipping away like sand through the hour glass --
-- I recall the words from a girl that still haunt me till this day, she said: "why the fuck would you spend the holidays with your family? You already know those people!" Back then I though she sounded like a basic bitch, looking at it back now she spoke of wisdom. I had exactly one shot at my teenenage years -- before I'd inevitably grow old, fat and bald -- to develop those crucial friendships, to clumsily flirt and banter with my Becky peers before they became fair game for 40 year old Chads, and take that one trip in my dads beat up volkswagen to the riviera. And I traded it all for a PS3.
As soon as we entered our 20s the once packed timelines started slowing down together with our metabolisms. The guys got mundane 9to5 jobs, the girls knocked up and pregnant, and the badboys became NEETs. That roller-coaster ride called 'reckless youth' had ended, everyone was now 'settling down' and I realized I was never even on board.
But just a few years back their timelines were full of content. Every time I logged into facebook something new was happening, updates every hour, with each weekend a party being thrown at someones house, and if that failed they would call for a regroup at the local skate park to find out what the night has in hold for them. You'd feel a social pressure to hang out, to live out those precious years that were slipping away like sand through the hour glass --
-- I recall the words from a girl that still haunt me till this day, she said: "why the fuck would you spend the holidays with your family? You already know those people!" Back then I though she sounded like a basic bitch, looking at it back now she spoke of wisdom. I had exactly one shot at my teenenage years -- before I'd inevitably grow old, fat and bald -- to develop those crucial friendships, to clumsily flirt and banter with my Becky peers before they became fair game for 40 year old Chads, and take that one trip in my dads beat up volkswagen to the riviera. And I traded it all for a PS3.
As soon as we entered our 20s the once packed timelines started slowing down together with our metabolisms. The guys got mundane 9to5 jobs, the girls knocked up and pregnant, and the badboys became NEETs. That roller-coaster ride called 'reckless youth' had ended, everyone was now 'settling down' and I realized I was never even on board.
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