Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Premature Nostalgia: Defined
premature nostalgia n.-
1. the insatiable desire to throw circa 1995 parties, particularly when one had only hit the ripe age of 11 in '95
2. a condition in which one obsessively spends hours re-examining photos of events past, even when those events only passed a week ago
3. the compelling need to rehash last night's events down to the greatest detail
That is, if you remember. And if you don't, maybe you're lucky enough to have a friend like me who is obsessed with photographic documentation.
Conversly though, the desire to photograph events sometimes results in the photographer conspiring to create or seek out events to photograph.
There is no known cure or treatment for premature nostalgia.
The other night, I was talking to my brother online, when he asked me, "What's the difference with this new blog? What is going to prevent it from ending up like 'i enjoy being a slut?'"
The answer is simple- absolutely nothing. Thus far, all I can figure out is that I don't think that this blog will ever live up to "i enjoy being a slut" calibre. After all, I've run out of all my A-List Material. (Yes, capitalization of that phrase is fully warranted.)
At Mark's party on Saturday, I found myself being consistantly approached by people who had had previous encounters with me.
"Tell a story Jessica!" they demanded immediatly upon recognizing me. And I found myself grappling for appropriate stories (and by appropriate, I mean interesting. . .I'm not overly concerned with avoiding taboo topics) or rants that hadn't been told a dozen times before.
"I've got nothing," I admitted mournfully. People began to take offense to this. They thought I was avoiding them, or holding back. In truth, I just had nothing.
Which leads to the question, which came first; the blog or the blog-worthy events?
I really can't answer that question. What I can tell you is this- I'm severly afflicted with premature nostalgia.
And I like it.
Posted by Jess at 2:06 PM