I know I’ve written about this before, but Jux was never meant to be a journal. And yet it accidentally became just that as a result of me, Travis, and Kenny writing random bullshit all the time.

The best part of this is that when I get really bored and curious I can pick pretty much any month of any year and start reading and not remember writing any of it. Tonight I picked January 03. Sometimes I forget about just how long ago 2003 really was. That’s a whole college degree! Travis and Laurie had just dropped out of Kennesaw, and Kenny had just moved into his first apartment.

Maybe it seems more segregated to others than it does to me, but the years 2002-2007 still seem bound together to me. I know, on an intellectual level, that 2002 was five years ago. But 2001…holy crap, that feels like it was about six years before 2002. There’s some kind of huge mental gap there. Most likely it’s intentional, as everyone knows 2002 was the year of Graeme’s nihilism, but it’s still a weird thing to have exist in your head.

2006 to mid 2007 was another period of turbulence just like 2001 to mid 2002, yet, as far as I can tell, another gap hasn’t created itself in my mind. Maybe it’s because I’m still here. Perhaps when I look back in a few years I’ll think of 2008 as just like yesterday, but, holy shit, 2007…

But I don’t think so. The reason is that feature I wrote about the various eras I divide my life into. As fucked up as various things have been over the past year and a half, the most serious one, the misunderstanding between me and Kenny, is completely patched up. It’s like nothing ever happened.

And here I am in paragraph six realizing that this post doesn’t even really have a point, other than to say, holy crap 2003 was a long time ago.