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The time of my life

August 11, 2006

I’ve always hated when people say, “I had the time of my life.” The sentiment it kind of depresses me because it implies that the best time of a person’s life is in the past.

For that reason, I never wanted to look back on any part of my life and say, “That was the time of my life.” I want my whole life to be the best time.

I know that a person’s whole life can’t be fun, or even good, but I have always been very conscious of the idea that I don’t want to peak early.

This has been a bothersome ideal lately because, I’ve been insanely nostalgic. So nostalgic that graduation in Brookings this past weekend was almost too much for me to bear.
I realized that I miss high school.

That was really hard for me to admit to myself, because when I was young (about 5 years old) I decided that I didn’t want to spend my childhood trying to grow up and then spend my adulthood trying to regain my youth.

I wanted to love childhood and I wanted to love adolescence and I wanted to love young adult hood.

I figured if I loved every part of my life I would always be having the time of my life.

I was determined to have a good time while in high school and to, therefore, have any regrets. Unlike most people I had four great years of high school.

But I still have one regret — so far high school was the greatest time of my life.

What can I do to remedy this horrifying situation? I have to do something because I can’t stand to think that — despite all my efforts — I will eventually spend adulthood trying to regain my youth.

Did I peak at 18!

I just might have a screaming fit that leads to hyperventilation right here at my computer!
Wait. No, I refuse to believe that I’ve peaked at all!

I just have to figure out what was so great about high school.

Maybe I just miss my high school friends. Sure! We always had so much fun just being stupid!

I miss you Julie Schaller, and your stupid distrust of those who play sports!

I miss you Angie Hoelton, and your stupid teen angst about boys!

I miss you Jenny Posthumus, and your silly biology jokes!

I miss you Sky Seals, and your lovely lips — I mean — er, singing voice.

If I miss all that teen stupidity maybe I’ve been using my brain too much.
Could that be it? Do I just need to be more stupider?

What a deceptively simple solution.

Either way, ultimately my problem is that I have stopped concentrating on enjoying this season of my life and, thus, betrayed my ideals!

I’ve been taking myself too seriously by concentrating on being an adult. Which is crazy because I’ll be an adult whether I concentrate on it or not! What’s wrong with me?

I need to do something stupid and un-serious quick!

(Now for the dream sequence: imagine it, I just got up from my desk and began singing into a spoon: “I’ve had the time of my li-i-ife, and I owe it all to yo-o-ou.” Now I’m dancing around and humming the music from the movie Dirty Dancing.)

Much better! I feel like a hig-schooler again already.

I need your help. If you see me, or anyone you know for that matter, taking life too seriously help them; do something silly and stupid together.

Have the time of your life!

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