Is That a Pajama Top You're Wearing?

So what is it about those four years of college that creates so much nostalgia that your brain can't seem to grow fondness for anymore recent or previous memories? Somebody asked me what my favorite movie was the other day and I'm pretty quick to name off 4 or 5 of them. There's another part to this story I'll go into in a minute, but first this.

After running through my top 5 movie list I realized all of these movies were films I had seen during my college years. Apparently there is some type of major intrinsic metamorphisizing happenning while all that scholastic nonsense and heavy drinkingis going on. I thought about it and for some reason no other movies before or after have engrained themselves into my head more than these 5 had. I could almost read off complete scenes line for line. My wife finds it extremely annoying because I'm yelling out the words before the actors get a chance to. I suppose it's not a big deal. Whatever touches you deeply should be regarded as a good thing, but that doesn't mean it's still not interesting why other films don't seem to resonate with the same realness or profundity. (I think that's a word) And here's an even better one. If you didn't go to college, are you mentally capable of feeling connected to specific films. That's probably a stupid question. Oh, wait... Yeah, it is. But still think about it. Is it the end of the age of your innocense or is it just the greatest time of your life and the aroma of that is too good to forget?

Now for the second part in brief. My favorite movie is called "Kicking and Screaming". No, not the new film by Will Ferrell about him coaching his son's soccer team. I'm referring to the original film about four buddies who graduate college but can't ever seem to get out of the college mindset to become contributers to the real world. If you haven't seen this film then beware, you will not understand it the first time you see it. It's like an entire movie based on the snipets of innane conversations you would hear while walking through a bar in order to get to the bathroom. But for some reason if you watch this movie again and then again, it tends to grow into an autobiography for most men. These conversations that the movie is comprised of, would seem like overly sarcastic, meaningless and sometimes droit details to stories that were never meant to be remembered or perhaps thought of in the first place. But when you listen harder you realize these cynical and witty quips define how men communicate. At least how somewhat educated men do. And these random thoughts very effectively convey the underlying story of uncertainty with one's life and how eventually you have to look past that uncertainty and just, well...move on.

So for a big Hollywood studio to go and ruin the memory of my favorite movie by giving an utterly stupid movie the same name, I stand in protest. And for all of you who cling to that original film, may you have strength to correct people from now on when they assume you are a Will Ferrell fan.

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