I get sick of things really easily. Blessed with a shorter-than-average attention span, I was that kid that participated in just about every extracurricular for about a week (or until my mom paid the deposit), later realizing they weren’t “my thing.” I have to buy things in small quantities, as I quickly grow tired of gum flavors, shampoo scents, and popular songs (I’m looking at you, Taylor Swift.)
Still, some things never change. Here are a few things in my life that I am grateful will never get old:
Jennifer Aniston. (She seriously Does. Not. Age.)
Going to the movies in the middle of the day and sneaking into other showings after.
Christmas music. (Except Santa Baby. That one is kind of creepy.)
Re-enacting the scene from The Notebook where they lay in the middle of the street like it’s no big deal.
Every season of “Parks and Recreation.”
Coffee. (Unless it’s expired. Then it’s old. Throw that out.)
Fishing with my dad on Lake Huron.
National Parks, and obnoxiously pulling the car over to take pictures every 200 yards.
Photo-shopping my friends’ faces on things.
The Moonrise Kingdom soundtrack.
Hot pretzels with mustard.
Cats. All of them.
Re-reading The Catcher in the Rye in the summer.
That episode of SpongeBob where’s he’s delivering the Krusty Krab pizza.
Flannel. (Just for 90s grunge? I think not.)
And of course, for relevance if nothing else, writing.