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Life Notes

I used to make daily life notes when I was growing up. From fifth grade until my sophomore year of college I would jot down what I did each day into a note pad. It was kind of like a diary or a journal, but I only gave a brief synopsis of what I did, who I hung out with, where I ate, what movies I saw, etc. I didn’t go into too much detail. It was a way of getting myself to try new things, to avoid falling into a pattern, and to remember what I’ve done.

I don’t know why I did it. I just did it. I’m glad that I did. I rediscovered my notebooks earlier tonight and spent the last hour reliving my senior year of high school. Like I know when I saw X2 for the first time (it was Friday May 5, 2003 at 11:15 AM). I know who I saw it with (Cody, Jimmy, and Michelle). I know that means I probably smoked weed before. I know that I ran into Marissa on the way home. I know that I hung out with Misha later and then Megan after that. I might have forgotten everything entirely, but when I see it written down in my chicken scratch the memories come flooding back. That’s the point of memories: to remember them.

I kind of wish that I kept taking life notes but Facebook does that for me now.

Critically Rated at 16/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Damn, That Was a Year Ago?!?

Tick tock goes the clock and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. I’ve learned that life has to be lived in the moment because that’s when it’s happening. If you do it right then good moments become good memories. Social media makes it easier to remember a lot of things because we document so much of our lives these days. I’ve noticed that Facebook has started showing me pictures of events and milestones on their anniversaries. I’ll see a picture of me and some friends sitting in a tree drinking beer and think to myself, “Damn, that was a year ago?!?” The memories will come flooding back, I’ll smile and reminisce for a minute, and then I’ll repost it and tag the people involved so we can all bask in the golden glow of the good old days. Memories aren’t memories unless you remember them from time to time.

Critically Rated at 17/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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End of the Year Facebook Montage

2014 is winding down and I don’t even need a calendar to know that. I just have to go on Facebook. As soon as I do, I’m bombarded by all of the End of the Year Facebook montages that everybody is posting. They are all the same. They start with a caption that reads, “It’s been a great year! Thanks for being a part of it.” Then it starts breaking down their year by displaying their most trafficked pictures. It’s all the same. There’s a picture of a wedding or an engagement, there’s a picture from some sporting event, there’s a couple of friends at bars or parties, and a few shots from vacations or day trips. It’s kind of weird how everyone has different lives but still do the exact same shit. There are so many End of the Year Facebook montages that you can’t watch them all. You have to choose which ones to watch, and you’re going to choose the ones that will most likely include a picture of you. You tell yourself that you’re not going to give in and do one of your own, but curiosity sets in and you’ll see what your year looks like in review. And you’ll kind of like it because you forgot how awesome your year actually was. Then you’ll share it because everybody else is doing it too and you don’t want to jump on the bandwagon too late.

Critically Rated at 11/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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An Old Journal

I used to keep a journal when I was growing up. Not a diary, a journal. I wrote down the memorable things that I did each day from off and on from the ages of ten to about twenty-four. I would write down the friends that I hung out with, the movies I saw, the games I went to, the restaurants I dined at, the places I visited, the girls I got and the ones who slipped away. I don’t know exactly why I would write things down, but I knew that I didn’t want to forget my experiences and it seemed like a good way to preserve my memories. And it worked because I just picked up an old journal and glanced through it. I relived parties and poker games in LA, the exact day I decided I would move to San Francisco, the forging of new friendships, and the time I jumped out of a plane. An old journal is a portal to the past. I kind of wish that I would have kept writing one. But CriticallyRated.com is a more than adequate substitute and I’d prefer you read this than my diary. I mean journal. Journal, not diary.

Critically Rated at 13/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Looking at Old Pictures

Not many things make you more nostalgic than looking at old pictures. Yesterday my friend sent me a bunch of pictures of us that I’ve never seen before. Each picture takes me back to a different time, a different place, to a moment in time when all that mattered was that particular moment. Time is linear, but your memories are not. Some memories stick out more than others. You can remember things you did ten years ago in vivid detail, but you’ll forget what you had for lunch yesterday. Your memory is not perfect. But looking at old pictures will make you recall and remember things that you’ve forgotten about. Looking at old pictures is like stepping into a time machine and going back to the good old days, back to when the past was still the present. You can’t go back in time, but you can always reminisce.

Critically Rated at 15/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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A Song That Takes You Back

Sometimes you turn on the radio and you hear a song that you haven’t heard in years. And the memories start flooding back. A good song can take you places. You remember the first time you heard it, you remember blasting it and passionately singing off-key with your friends, you remember 8th grade dances and high school anthems, you remember summer nights and road trips, you remember the one who got away.

One of the most amazing things about music is that it’s a time machine. It brings you back to a time when you were happy and free and young. A song that takes you back is a gift, a treasure, and a treat.

Critically Rated at 17/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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