It's kinda sad, but I realized something from watching some late-night Nickelodeon. When I was younger, I figured that the Wonder Years showed all I ever needed to know about growing up.

Heh... funny. Ironic that I forgot none of the characters' names except for the main one himself. I remember Wendy and Paul... but Fred Savage's role is strangely... oh, ne'er mind. His name's Kevin. Just popped into my mind.

As I was saying, when you're in second grade wondering why the hell everyone was starting to ignore you for being yourself, you'd turn to different places for an answer. Naturally, parents were out of the question since they were so much taller and knowledgeable. Friends would've been great, had I had more but one. And that one person wasn't my sis either; until mid-8th grade, we weren't friendly at all. Close relationship, but not quite civil.

So I watched Wonder Years. I learned through all of Kevin's mishaps the proper way to live through life:
- all you need in life is one friend, no matter how dorky either of you are
- be glad your dad's a doctor
- having a house-wife mom is completely normal
- parents stay together no matter what
- people who really love you won't yell at you when you need their help
- if you guess someone's motives, you'll end up wrong
- get through school and go to college
- be glad your older sis is in the same grade; she can't dump you in a trashcan like an older bro can.
- get a job with someone your dad knew so you can get better wages
- drive-in movies make for excellent dates, no matter how many times you go
- keep true to your friendships; they're often fragile

... at some point he starts worrying about his feelings for Wendy and vice versa. I got lost and confused at that point; I don't have any strong feelings for any of the girls in my school. So I delved deeper into my reclusiveness (although I blame some of that to my parents who wouldn't let me out of the house much)(even though I did my share to stay away from people) and near neglected all physical aspects; focusing on academia instead. If I couldn't be Kevin, I could be Paul. Then Paul started having feelings about girls too...

Needless to say, the Wonder Years soon lost its importance in my life.

. . .

Sometimes I hate having the ability to dissect myself.