adulthood is wondering if I want to lay down extra dollars for VIP tickets to see my favorite band from high school perform because my brain is like "would this not simply make you depressed as you are constantly reminded of how you discovered them in your callow youth as an independent act through early word-of-mouth on forums and now they're doing cross-country tours with VIP tickets (which you are also somehow a sell-out for spending money on)"
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i'm a boy from indiana and this is very emotional for me
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in reply to @lutz's post:
Do it for the teenage michael still living in your mind who would be geeked as hell to see it and give your brain over to him when you see it
well the thing is teenage michael has already seen them like four times in ways he is deeming more authentic
Teenage michael is too cool to have fun I guess. Then do it to snub him while drinking a fifteen dollar beer and tell him "Whatever kid this rules"
Watching a bunch of companies make painstaking Woodstock-esque reenactments of the shithole nightclubs of my youth to sell $300 nostalgia tickets for my favorite bands and instantly aging into dust like I chose the wrong grail
