Sometimes I feel misplaced in this world. I would've probably been famous if I was born 40 ago. Living in the 80's must have been so much easier and better. No technological box of wonder located in the pockets of each teenager providing them the sweet escape into a virtual world. No pressure to be the ONE in 7 billion to make something of yourself. for me... obsolete poodle skirts and jukeboxes would've made my life a lot happier. And besides, neon leotards and headbands (in the so totally wrong depiction of the 80's in the 21st century) are probably the best thing to happen to the human race since the invention of milk chocolate (which has a amazing story behind it). If someone who had only known me by my visual appearance would've said my weighed down Afro is one of the best represented Afros on a white person (which already reveals too much about me). And for someone like me who hates electrical keyboards but loves the sweet sound of a grand piano, and can barely think of Simeon reading a book on an electrical device and missing out on the Sweet smell of a freshly pressed book, I by tho declare myself a person of the past. I know my argument might be contradicting itself by the fact that I'm writing on a computer and not a heavy typewriter, but as some of the great minds of this and every generation to come before us said I COULD CARE LESS.\
