The other day I was catching up with an old friend over the usual lager beer and dry chili chicken. With the conversation fast drying up, we ditched the obligatory small talk and did what old friends do best... we started reminiscing how awesome college used to be. The next three hours just flew by. At the end of the evening, supremely drunk, we promised each other that we should do this again.
I understand there’s something inherently sad about the fact that these days my good times are spent not creating memories, but reliving them... but let's not go there. What really got me thinking the next morning was why do we all have this almost romantic fascination for college nostalgia? Ask anybody about their college, and you’ll hear a sigh... "ohhh, those were the best days of my life"! What’s the big deal about college life anyways, that, years later, most of our conversations still revolve around the experiences we’ve had during this time?
Well, the answer isn’t that hard to figure out. College was when we grew up... from little girls to ladies... from little boys to, well, smarter boys. College was our first tryst with the big bad world. College was our last dance with innocence. College was where friends became closer than family. College was where we found out what it meant to belong.
Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away. Talking about the "good old days" seems to activate my fondness for poetry. In fact, it was during college that I developed and honed my taste for all things beautiful. Though we never exactly gathered around in dark caves reading dead poets... my friends and I did everything else to "suck the marrow out of life".
Most of you have been part of this corporate world for a while now. Important decisions are being taken not by you, but by your deadlines and deliverables. Stop. Pick up that phone. Call an old pal. Because there’s only one thing that goes well with lager beer and dry chili chicken... your college buddies!
