Well, well, well. Every once in a while, “remember when” shows up in our lives.
Recently, I hearkened back on my high school years. I remember sitting in Psychology class thinking about how, on most days, the teacher’s long-winded monologue was going to have little effect on my long-term well-being. Having to pay attention for that 55-minute block of time was, after all, a distraction from my intended goal of daydreaming about a girl in Spanish class.
In a week filled with “huh” moments, one after another, I was most taken back by something I read in the paper mid-week. It had nothing to do with another public figure using TV to seek forgiveness for their lack of consideration for societal mores. So trite, I’m surprised we even care.
Some things appear to be good ideas, but they’re just not. After a thorough investigation rife with due diligence, you are usually able to weed the bad ideas out. Unfortunately, from time to time, some ideas whose facades of goodness never crack under intense investigative pressure end up being the party guest who won’t leave (i.e. a bad idea).
I think I’ve written about this before, but I can’t remember. I can’t remember yesterday very well, let alone this idea of remembering something from some nebulous time frame of years ago.