....and now it's
Wheatus - Teenage DirtbagMuch of this trip down memory lane is a result of MTV, not necessarily reflective of my actual taste in music, which is quite literally all over the map.
Catchy songs have a way of staying with me, and years later it strikes powerful nostalgia within me.
This song was in 2000, and that was the first year of my independence: Read, I was kicked out and finally moved in with some friends, that while was in fact an admixture of good and bad, sweet and sour, etc. I tend to remember it with a glowing frame in my mind, as the "good old days".
Much of the last thirteen years has been an internal yearning for these days, and recreation of it to a certain extent.
Yet, objectively my life is currently the best it's truly been financially and situation-wise, what with having a decent paying job I actually like, my own place, and living in a decent place and having a car.
What is it about our scumbag brains that refuses too acknowledge the present, instead preferring the irrational high of emotions and dopamine of nostalgia?