1890

I once dated this woman who belonged to this group of people who enjoyed camping as if it was 1890.

1890? Really?

1890 was the Harrison administration, I mean how many people even know a dude named Harrison was ever the president? Putting aside the mistreatment of blacks, women and children during this period it was in this year that the state of Mississippi enacted the first of many limitations of civil rights for African Americans....

It made me hate her.

I have never understood the longing and/or desire to go back in time. The only reason I would ever entertain this concept would be to somehow gain a gambling advantage, which I actually have considered and would be amazing, but aside from that - and becoming business partners with a young Bill Gates- I have no interest in the past.

It seems to be frequent in the conservative moment to look back longingly on the past when things were simpler- you know before seat belts and microwaves. The good ole days of segregation and closets.

But 1890- before Penicillin- is anything before Penicillin really worth revisiting?

I actually feel this way about life in its entirety.

I see no real need for excessive memory, I like to retain the general concept but eliminate the details.

Thus, my memories go like this- we went to Chinese food with Gioconda's sister and niece...whereas others may remember what they actually ate, how they liked it -the color of the shirt they wore, the time of day.

I just pretty much just keep it who we went with and where we went, which may be why I frequently ask myself the same question while eating out- "why did I order this- I hated it last time...".

It doesn't always serve me- this selective memory- somewhere along the way I must have had some good memories- I just can't easily pull those up, it would seem as though I need to be more selective in my purges.

What I do remember is that I really detest camping, even with a tent and a cot, and antibiotic lotion.