Showing posts with label Assumption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Assumption. Show all posts

Monday, January 5, 2009

Rewind.

Perhaps it’s the coming of the New Year, perhaps it’s the Dido album I’m listening to, or perhaps it’s just that it’s 2 a.m. in the morning and way too quiet. But it’s like I’m taking a look at my past. And it’s all because of a guy with a big package.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not saying that I think he had a big package. I know he had one. Let’s not go into details, but because of a few emails I read from long ago, plus a couple of pictures, I wanted to see where he was now, after all this time.

It turns out, he’s in Canada, and he has a probable girlfriend. Damn, how times have changed. And that was when the nostalgia train hit me, and dragged me across the years.


Ten years ago, I was teaching in Assumption. I was in the SpiritQuest. I hadn’t had a true and serious relationship yet, and I was still very much an idealist with a bad temper. And there was no Cog.

If I had stepped back through time, I bet that my past self would have been alarmed at how tired and jaded I look now – and how fat! Back then, I would have been about 31” at the waist. Nowadays, I am a healthy 34”-36”,depending on how much I’d eaten the day before. He would have been saddened that SpiritQuest, for me, would reach its end in a few years’ time by his counting. He would also have been shocked that I would be in a relationship of four years only, and that I would be in a metal band. He would also be shocked at how my professional life turned out.



If I had stepped back in time twenty years, I would probably have molested myself, hahahah. I only figured now that I was really cute back then – but on the other hand, I was a clueless guy at the time when it came to my preferences, complete with homoerotic sci-fi fantasies (I will explain over a cup of coffee, if anyone wants to know and have a laugh). I was in my second year of high school, and I was being scarred by my class’s treatment of me. No offense, but I would probably have kicked some of my classmates’ younger version’s asses at that point. Or seduced them. Bwahahaha.

I would probably horrify my younger self, and admittedly, even if my younger self had settled down enough to actually listen to me as I am now…I bet he would get pissed. I had a lot of dreams back then, and the only dream I kept was being in the band. And finding true love.


But of course…even if I could, would I have gone back? I don’t know. I don’t want to lose the band and my love because of some chronal consequence, but on the other hand, I would have loved to give my younger self a lot of warnings.

I’m still reminiscing now (obviously), and what I feel right now is an overwhelming sense of sadness and time running out. So fuck it, it’s time to write an article, and live in the present.

I hate it when nostalgia hits.