I was getting ready for church this morning, and while I was putting on my suspenders, I noticed my copy of Rise and Fall of The Third Reich on my nightstand (yeah, yeah, so I'm not done yet), and this sort of began to boil in my brain. Almost like making instant ramen.
For people who are keeping score, I've got to say that there's a Golden Age for pretty much everything. There was a Golden Age of totalitarianism in the 1920's. There was a Golden Age of Free Love in the late sixties. There was a Golden Age of "crap we're gonna die" in the late 14th century. There was a Golden Age of bad fashion which began circa 1985 and is generally thought to have ended circa 2002.
Now, on a more human scale, there are high points (COMMENTERS! DO NOT MENTION THE COFFEE SHOP OF THAT NAME!). Personally, I think my high point of lying about brushing my teeth ended about the time I was seven or eight, maybe nine. I've hit my high point of slacking off and getting loads of crap I didn't earn (well, I hope that's not really the case, but I wouldn't be surprised).
I remember the time I used to spend two hours writing a blog post, and then one gay kid would read it and I'd have to delete his comments. I eventually got two more (semi-)regular readers. I mastered the art of saying enough without saying too much. I learned how to tell a story without divulging my identity or giving gender cues about my subjects (writers: it's a real challenge, but very rewarding; try it sometime).
Then I got W3Counter to work and constantly tracked my readers. How they got there, where they lived, how long they stayed. My posts got shorter, it seemed. Not that that's a problem. I just didn't pour my heart into them anymore. Maybe it's because I started keeping a real diary. Maybe not. It's not worse now, just different.
I'm sort of proud of this!