Life most definitely passes by quicker than you realize. Sometimes it seems like almost yesterday when I was barely a teenager, wishing I'd be 21 TOMORROW. Well, now I'm 26, soon to be 27, and I really wish it'd all just slow down.
I've been digging into my younger self lately, though; what I was into a decade back. Some things change, some things stay the same.
I've noticed several times in life already, though, that sometimes revisiting something from your past, such as a song, book, or movie allows you to pick up on so much more of what was going on than your younger mind may have picked up. For example... Dave Navarro. I used to have a HUGE, MASSIVE, BORDERLINE OBSESSIVE crush on Dave Navarro, who was honestly the focus of many adolescent masturbatory fantasies. I loved his music as well, and I thought I got it, but I didn't... Actually, I used to think a lot of his lyrics were quite stupid and elementary, but listening years later I've only realized that it's less lack of writing ability and more toward... dry humor.
Take for example a few lines I always found ridiculous...
(in the background of a song) "Let's go swimming."
I wish I could accurately explain my state of mind when hearing this song last and I could explain as well how absurdly funny I found it, yes, after all these years. The song itself depicts the contrast of the weather outside compared to the dark, brooding soul inside the body of the musician... and randomly a high-pitched voice in the background sings "Let's go swimming!" I suppose it hit me as mockery. I can relate to feeling emotionally bent and buried beyond belief (that's a lot of b's) while the world around me is celebrating in the endless sunshine, rainbows, unicorns, and popcicles, and the tone of "Let's go swimming" in the song just made me want to punch someone in the cock... or face... and laugh.
My other favorite...
"How can you say you miss the small things?
Every night I try to show a small thing to you"
... do I really even need to explain? I mean, maybe we aren't talking about what my mind is thinking, but we're talking about Dave Fucking Navarro, and if you try to tell me the thought that this could possibly related to his man-junk never crossed his mind, I'm telling you you're fucking crazy. And the fact that a man can call his man-junk small in a song, record it, AND release it... yea, that's pretty epic in my book.
But my absolute favorite recent discovery of his is...
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So yea, I think I've moved beyond my former junkie eyeliner-wearing tattooed up like a mother phase in my life, but damn... I don't think I ever gave this man credit for how intelligent and funny he really is. I still wouldn't kick him out of bed, but I think I'd have more fun just talking to him :)