Part of New is Acknowledging the Old

So I've been looking over some old posts I made on a message board I used to frequent and I found some stuff that struck me as being definitive of how I used to think and feel, and, to some extent, the feelings that I am now rediscovering.

On a thread entitled, "What kind of people do you love?":
- People who make eye contact, smile and say "Hi" as they walk by you on campus
- People that don't treat you like a moron when you're discussing something you know very little about (Eric doesn't use the boards, but I'll say "thank you" to him anyway)
- People who teach (even those that aren't in a classroom when they do it)
- People who appreciate the value of a good server (Thanks for the $20 tips on $50 checks!)
- Not necessarily people who forgive you more times than you deserve, but people who don't give up on you, no matter how far you fall



On "What do you want on your tombstone?":
- I want my tombstone to have a little slit in the top that's enough for people to drop money into, and there'll be a little tube that goes down into my casket. On the tombstone, I'm gonna have engraved: "Deposit $0.25 for Fortune," and then, when the money goes down, they won't get a fortune, and the money will be in my casket. Hahahaha!

Which was followed by a post of this convo with a friend of mine named Matt:

Matt: someone'll dig you up
Joker Ripper: That's the point.
Matt: oh
Matt: well I dig you up already hot stuff
Joker Ripper: Inside my casket I'll leave a note that says, "If you've dug me up, take the remains of my body to the nearest cloning facility and have me brought back to life."
Joker Ripper: Cause it'll actually be a refrigerator, not just a casket.
Joker Ripper: And I'll be preserved
Matt: hahaha

On a thread called "Happiness is...":
- Happiness to me is being oblivious to the cares and concerns that weigh me down daily ... it's being completely content where I am, and with the people who I love nearby.

Just really interesting to me to see things I wrote from a few years ago. Aside from this blog, I've never really kept any kind of journal or diary, so these are the closest things I have to any sort of daily memoirs.