Wednesday, September 9, 2015

also a man

thirty years ago i was also a man. a tall, lost, awkward, but a surviving young man, who experienced the world with heightened emotions. i was no longer a child. i was serious, and unhappy. i was fourteen.

my handwriting was unhappy, too. but daring. it pretentiously probed into the big world. my taste in music was peculiar. most of it was awful. the song i mention in this diary entry is indescribably bad. i played it on youtube to be reminded of it, and couldn't listen through to it.

i am as grown up today as i ever will be. my handwriting is disappearing before the keyboard. my taste in music is even more peculiar. most of it is still awful, and i still show off posting weird songs on my facebook page. i am still tall, awkward, and somewhat lost. but not unhappy. and i am a child again.


  1. I like this post.You show a lot of compassion for the younger Janko. And it has a happy ending.

  2. thanks ;) it's open-ended, but does end on a happier note

  3. -Дијете је отац човјека.-
    Поздрав цијењеном професору! :)

  4. It is still so "Jankish", although so many years have passed.

    "So many years have passed
    The dew is still on the roses
    I left my childhood
    In a garden green." :)

  5. blog form at its best :) e ču Plavi orkestar, ah ah ah :))