I'm home for Easter. Today, my mom showed me two pictures: one that she'd taken this morning, when she found me asleep in the computer chair, and my school picture from sixth grade - age ten, exactly ten years ago. Interesting.
It got me thinking about how different I am, now. It's easy to forget about how much you change, since you see it from the inside, as a slow progression. When you look at it in terms of a big gap, like ten years, though...
Ten years ago, I had long hair. Now it's really short.
Ten years ago, I pretended to like football because all the kids at school did. Now, I'm fine letting everyone know that I'm weird.
Ten years ago, I was a fundamentalist Southern Baptist. Now, I'm a non-theist.
Ten years ago, I knew that I was straight. Now, I know that I'm not.
Ten years ago, I hated middle school more than anything. Now, I can't wait to get my degree so I can go teach in a middle school.
Ten years ago, I only listened to the Oldies channel on the radio (everything else was "devil music"). Now, I listen to punk, hardcore, hip-hop, folk, indie, and all kinds of "devil music".
Ten years ago, I was afraid of the dark. Now, I'm a night person.
Ten years ago, I had not yet touched a computer, and had no idea what the internet was. Now, I'm a tech geek working in a computer lab.
Ten years ago, I was rarely allowed to leave my house. Now, I'm barely at home except to sleep.
Ten years ago, I liked to write stories in my free time. Now...well, not everything changes.
Ten years ago:
And now, I wonder - ten years from today, will there be nearly as many changes? Any that are as big as some of these? I think I'm pretty secure as to who I am, right now, but ten years ago, I thought the same thing. Ah well.
"Of course, tomorrow morning if our whole system collapsed,
We?d divide ourselves again on lines of gender, race, and class.
But tonight I don?t care if we win a million hearts,
Unless we rip them out their chests and start throwing them at cars!"
-"Johnny" by Tom Frampton