The Way We Remember

I've always been a pretty sentimental/nostalgic person. I feel like this isn't a secret. At all. So it shouldn't come as a surprise when I say that when I'm bored, I go back and look through old pictures.

In this way, Facebook is my best friend. It provides instant access to all the nostalgia I've ever wanted. I've even solved the someone-is-trying-to-chat-with-me-but-I-don't-want-to-lose-my-place-in-this-photo-album problem. Hooray!! 

Unfortunately, I realized semi-recently that if I want pictures to look at LATER of the cool things I'm doing NOW, I have to be the one to take them...So recently I've been toting my camera around everywhere, snapping shots of everyone and everything. Sometimes I kind of feel like a dork, because no one really wants their picture taken (which is saddening), or they really want their picture taken (which is.....well, yeah...), but I decided that I care more about having visual proof that I did cool things in college. 

Someday, when I'm like 98 years old, I'll gather all my little great-grandchildren around me, and we'll look at my super old, super awful quality pictures on our holographic screen. I'll say things like:

"See this? This was the Festival of Colors way back 70 years ago!! See how much it's changed since then? What? Oh, yes, that's me. Yes, that girl with about an inch thick of chalk caked on her face."

"Oh, haha! I had forgotten about this! Back in the day, Apple made these silly laptops called Macbook Pros (if you saw one now you'd never believe people used to think those things were 'pro', haha), and iPhoto back then was completely ridiculous! Anyway, it would automatically stretch your face like this to make your eyes all big or your face all fat. Good times..."

"Oh my goodness, I forgot how terrible the styles were back then! This one was waaaayyyy back in 'ought nine when I was in high school!"

My great-grandchildren will all be squirmy and/or falling asleep, but I'll make them sit there with me as I pontificate into eternity about how "back in my day" things were different.....

Anyway, in conclusion, pictures are the best way to remember. And I hope I live until I'm 98 so I can show all my great-grandchildren (who will, with any luck, be just whacko as me) all the stuff I used to do back in the olden days....

And then maybe I'll pull out some super old MP3's (which will long since be outdated) of Journey or something, and we'll listen to some REALLY old music!! Haha, yes!! 

It's a bright future.

That is all.