There are a number of things that I can now look back on and realize that they are not how I remember them. Memory is a very strange thing. We seem to remember how we felt about a certain thing rather then remembering exactly what a thing was. Allow me to elaborate.
Voltron.
Yes, the giant robot lions that can transform into a giant robot sword-wielding space dude was just about the most awesome thing that ever struck my 7-year-old eyes back in the mid-80′s. Other kids were enthralled by He-Man or G.I. Joe, but I was a die-hard Voltron-holic. I had the toys and played with them constantly (hell, I still have them in the garage). Long after the show was on the air, I continued to remember Voltron with good feelings.
Then the internet was invented.
That is just about the worst thing I have ever seen. How did I like this? Was every kid in the 80′s an idiot, or was it just me? I hope it wasn’t just me? That’s right, I’m hoping that we were all idiots. Hooray for the future of the country.
So what does this have to do with do with politics or the NBA or anything at all? Well, it’s like this. The things that I believed and treasured in the past aren’t necessarily the things that I treasure now. I still love the idea of Voltron. What’s not to love about giant space robots? But the show itself is unwatchable. I’ve changed. Most people don’t really care that I used to watch Voltron, but now I can’t stand the seizure-inducing train-wreck of a cartoon. Politically, I used to accept everyone and everything on the right and automatically despise all things left. Things change.