homaha

i'll be going back to my roots soon. sometimes i reminisce about times when i was young, getting in trouble, thinking i knew shit about shit and i think it'd be nice to live there again.

then i get sucked back into reality with facespace. i look at my friends and get jealous of their escapades. then i look at the other kids. the ones that still call each other fags in a non-ironic sort of way. the ones that are still hanging out in the same basements with the same people since 7th grade.

it's sad to see how insecure a lot of those people still are. i guess i would be too if i was in the same situation i was five years ago. i have trouble getting over that shit 472 miles away.

omaha has some good qualities - but open-mindedness isn't one of them. traveling the world can give you some insight into bigger things, but if you just go back to where you started what good is it besides drink conversation and a more exotic facespace profile?

i probably don't give these kids enough credit, and maybe my world view is skewed... but fuck. grow up.