Mr. Nostalgia

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Viva Explosia!!

Recently, our Editor in Chief, “Mr. Rambling” to you (“me” to me), was dubbed “Mr. Nostalgic” by one our readers (at least we think she is a reader). Ok, one of our friends (at least we think she is a friend).  As we have commented on before, a plethora of our writing here tends to be focused on things from the past (and by past, we mean “80’s/90’s”). 

            Now, keep in mind that for some of the population, anything that is even remotely nostalgic must be wiped out, smote, and buried alive with a video camera inside the coffin, so the last panicked breaths can be witnessed (it’s been 4 years since I’ve seen an episode of CSI but it is clearly still with me). However, we don’t think nostalgia should be something that is feared.  It should be embraced, like a kitten you stole from your next door neighbor. But why are people afraid of/incapable of reminiscing? Some easy explanations:

A.  Their mind has been erased by a device similiar to what they use in Men in Black, whenever humans interact with aliens. 

B.  Their present is way better than their past

C.  Their future is way better than their past or present (but they won’t divulge their methods of knowing this)

D. They are not an elephant. 

Whatever the reason, for us P.W.A.N.A.R’s (People Who Are Not Afraid of Reminiscing), it can be a frustrating situation.  Case in point: this conversation between Chris Farley and Sir Paul McCartney.  Another case in point: every conversation I’ve ever had.  Or maybe every other conversation. In fact, if I had to drop all references to past events, whether pop culture related, or personal experiences, then I estimate that 100% of this blog would no longer exist. Thankfully, the economy has had no affect on our readership (thanks to our low subscription cost; stay tuned-a phone shaped like an armadillo is in the works for all paid subscribers).  Point being, we can talk about whatever we want, without be thwarted by those who fear the past. 

Why would one fear the past so much? Were they subjected to ridicule on the bus? Were they made fun of when they ate their 3 course meal of cheese crackers, a saltine, and a Caprisun? I’m just throwing out hypothetical situations here, and am in now way referencing the person who dubbed me “Mr. Nostalgia”.  Everyone knows it makes for boring reading when you aren’t in on the inside joke. Which is why I call a truce. All P.W.A.N.A.R’s should befriend P.W.A.A.R’s (People Who Are Afraid of Reminiscing).  If you see them going into the fetal position while watching an episode of “I love the 80’s”, turn the channel to “Explosions Gone Wrong” (although technically, one could argue that the producer/genius who came up with that show is glorifying these explosions from the past, which could be its own subgenre of “explosia” (explosion nostalgia).  Now that you mention it, maybe they just lack nostalgia for the right things.  Instead of looking back to experiences with friends or family, maybe they are nostalgic for when they were nostalgic.  Don’t think too hard about this, or you may suffer a debilitating brain freeze, not to mention disrupt the space time continuum. 

Perhaps it is best to just let everyone focus on whatever they want to focus on. Their thoughts should blow gently through the breeze, like someone’s hair when they are forced to take their picture outside behind their middle school, against a brick wall. But again, I’m not referencing anyone in particular here. 

This is Mr. Nostalgia, signing off.