This Guy's Glory Days

        Today I've been piecing together a new song for the Youtubes, as well as studying for tests and how to be a grown up. I'm writing this post as a break from the madness. The song's theme, which is mostly all I've worked out beyond a few lyrics, is a tribute to the 90's and how it affected those who were just little sprouts at the time. I love Kurt Cobain, but I can't even remember if I knew who he was when I was 6 or 7 (My sister may have listened to him. I didn't quite know her very well beyond that she was taller than me.) But this song is about the things that were on my radar at the time, not what I found out I missed 10 years after (Sorry, Operation: Desert Storm.) I think it's important, at least to me, for that perspective to be represented.
   
        I got most of my news through cartoons, and by teenagedom had a surprisingly extensive knowledge of pop culture. I knew Einstein was like the top dog scientist (He was Dexter's Idol), the President played an instrument (thanks to Animaniacs and an inquiry to my parents as to who Bill

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Clinton was), and it just got bigger from there. I watch kids' television now, and most of the stuff is just brain filler. Every TV show doesn't need to have a Socratic epiphany, but at least be creative (Google "Annoying Orange"... I dare you.)

      What was more important than learning lessons from television was, shockingly, learning lessons from learning. I grew up at the tail end of the days where parents didn't care just enough. For me, there were emotional blockades that didn't give me a lot of social time, or even many people to make any such time with (x didn't have many y's to = fun.) Regardless, I managed to skin my knee enough to learn a small fraction of the lessons most people learn by adolescence. Most importantly, I learned to spot a Doucheface McAssFlapper when I saw one. Still, I didn't get as many chances as others to learn how to identify every variety of asshole, and that's gonna come out in this song.

     In a way the 90's were better. I didn't know a lot about responsibility, so I didn't know enough to care. On the flip side, I had struggles on an astronomical scale, and just lacked the sense to comprehend them. It's sort of inverted now. I've tackled my major demons, so now I have time to sweat the small stuff. Still, with everything horrible, and I mean truly horrible, that happened with me then, I can't help but miss it whenever I see something I recognize from the decade. So if it's not the actual events, maybe I miss how I thought: The simple, cheery, yet utterly profound way that children, particularly children in my shoes, see things.

- Fuju