26 and Stupefied

Lately I've been realizing how dumb I've become since I graduated college. It's actually an exponential curve with a severely negative slope. The most recent and ubiquitous example is my written communication skill, or lack thereof. I realize that I never read or write anymore. I mean of course I read and write, but nothing substantial or stimulating enough to encourage any sense of style in prose, or daresay, poetry.

I'm saddened by the fact that my writing has been whittled down to brief emails at work and succinct notes on Facebook or a stagnant blogspot. As for reading - forget about it. I live in a time where reading full newspaper/blog articles are a complete waste of time. RSS feeds - in massive quantities - in real time. Give me the blurb, the rest is packaging. How much more should I expect when we live in a world where attempting to explain our emotions has become extenuated :(

All this was emblazoned when I was clearing out the digital cobwebs in "My Documents" and found a short stack of papers and "Final Projects" that I apparently thought was worth saving 3 years ago. I was right. The 23 year old me somehow knew my 26 year old self would come to this point of mental staleness and would need a swift kick in the ass.

I read through some of my MKT and PSYCH papers and was left both dazed and confused. Not only was the shock of my internal voice resounding, I couldn't understand one thing I was reading. I'm sure there was a lot of bull cleverly layered into the papers, but back then, I really did understand what I was talking about. I know I did. But now, it all sounds like Russian. This weekend I plan to read through these now antiquated documents and reclaim what I used to know - or at least claimed to.