Aaaah yes. The good old days. Glorious bastards!
I have to ask myself though, were the good old days really that good?
And as I wait for your gifts of feedback, here are my two cents worth zilch after inflation is applied. I believe nostalgia puts a twist on everything and my feelings are more revisionist history. Re-painting the scene as something better than first experienced. Not that the past is all bad. Things were at times sweet and sentimental. It is just that well … it is just that the past is gone.
I re-paint my memories a lot y’all. It’s called denial. And De-Nile isn’t a river in Egypt. Are you using humor to deflect yet again J-Dub? Your modus-operandi is tired and worn out girl. Get some new shtick.
They say you can’t go home again. I think “they” may be onto something. Instead I am content to be present and fully live in the here and now.
Next is the interactive part. Let me know your thoughts. My comments section is lonely and open for business. Mind outta the gutter people. Lol.
As always, more to come.
This post was written as part of Blogging From A to Z April (2018) Challenge.