Back In My Days, I Was A Kid

I think people should start throwing away the cliché: “Back in my/our days”. I’m not kidding, even though I am seldom serious.

Recent years, I have been seeing increasing number of people, largely those born in the 1980s (also those with a little celebrity status), using this phrase as if there are a lot to share about being born in that era. Come on, people, what’s with that haughtiness cowering behind the face of fake humility?

Of all the “back in my/our days”, the most common ones I notice are:

1)    Back in those days, we watch TV programs from a box-shaped television.

2)    Back in those days, videos came in a cassette called VHS.

3)    Back in my time, we play GameBoys/Nintendos/Sega Saturn/our own dicks without lub, and multi-player wasn’t available.

4)    Back in those days, we had no (insert bullshit here).



Funny how of all the BIMDs (back in my days), no one (or few) is brave enough to talk about the fact that porn was also from hard copies?  Didn’t anyone remember that in order to admire something erotic, we (too bad, Singapore didn’t have them) have to check out Playboy magazines? Why don’t we start by saying, “Back in those days, I had to wait for my parents to be screwing in the room before I could watch videos of others screwing on the couch.”?

Does anyone remember that we needed to rewind the cassettes before we could watch them, and if there was a part in the video that we loved, say the part where the grandma ate the toad, we had to rewind it by estimating how many seconds of  “acceleration” to how many minutes that would bring us back? We depended a lot on our ears for that actually.

Ah, yes, also the “rewind while playback” function that we could use to see people vomit back pastas on the spoon before putting them back into the bowl, and walk backwards so that they could make water float back to the tap. No sound would be heard.

I have a suggestion here: Stop all these shit.

You see, as we are enjoying the convenience of technology, you people are at the same time comparing to the past where your buttons were only Full Rewind, Full Forward, Rewind, Forward, Play, Record, Eject, and your nipples. Are you hating or enjoying inventions? Are you appreciating the past or the present? Life’s better now or in the past? Which is which?

It’s good to reminisce, and sometimes, nostalgia makes one appreciate the years he/she spent. It can be nice when you are alone in the dark room with one hand on your…. never mind. But too much of BIMDs is making you an entirely different person in the eyes of your peers or the next generation, and the word is asshole.

No one really cares what your gadgets were 10 years ago, and no one really cares if Justin Bieber couldn’t speak when you were enjoying your era’s pop music. You never liked having to know that back in your parents/grandparents’ days, they had sex every evening because there was no technology for entertainment, and why are you now shoving your CRT TVs down the throats of youngsters, whom some of which were born in the 1990s?

I’m not ranting. I just think this needs to slow down, if not stop. Your wisdom doesn’t show from the BIMDs, but from the words that come out from your mouth. You’re only showing that you are not able to move ahead with all those “Damn, back in my days, I could buy a car with few hundred bucks.”

Back in those days, average salary was also few hundred bucks a month, dumbass.


41c1d-originalAndy Lawson is the average man on the street that you’ll not even trouble yourself looking at him if he passes by you. He’s sensitive to bullshit, and he hates mediocrity in most people.

He is the author of his self-published book: Facts and Fiction of Fengshui: Facts that Masters are NOT Telling You.

He doesn’t have Facebook or Twitter, because he hates to be associated with people who tend to be passive-aggressive online, but he does have a very limited set of vocabularies, terrible grammar, a twisted mind that makes himself God in his own twisted world and an ability to communicate with people who wish to be his friend.



15 responses to “Back In My Days, I Was A Kid

  1. As someone born 6 months into the 80’s, I can assure you that everything you’ve said is quite true. I’ve also been guilty of the BIMD comments, and after reading your article I think I understand it.

    It used to be only the ‘old’ people who were BIMD-ers, but since the mid-1900’s, as technology grows, things just seem to change faster and faster.

    It’s not that we necessarily dislike many of the changes, it’s just that the world today is completely different than the world we grew up in. We see problems that never existed when we were young, even though it wasn’t that long ago, and it makes it easy to forget the problems we DID have. Change is scary, and change happens faster and faster as we move into this next century.

    We’re unique, as a generation, because we were born into a low-tech world, we literally watched the world change right before our eyes. We see not only the incredible gains that have been made, but we also remember the things that have been lost, as well. Things we realize that those who are from later generations will never know/experience/understand.

    I guess you could say we’ve already experienced as much worldly change as the geriatric BIMD had experienced when, while we were growing up, they used to tell us “Back in my day…”

    I suppose, in short, BIMD isn’t a representation of how much time you’ve lived, but more a reflection of how much change you’ve experienced.


    PS- Came across your blog by way of OM’s blog, HarsH Reality


    • Thanks for dropping by and reading my post. 🙂

      Well, IMHO, change isn’t necessarily scary, and yes, I agree we (I’m a 80s abomination 😛 ) watched the world change. But again, so did our parents.

      They saw the invention of TVs, land line phones, and they were cooking without gas but wood. Everything around them was manual.

      Yes, they did cross the BIMDs line themselves, and well, we didn’t like it either, did we? And now we’re doing what we used to hate.

      What I’m saying is, sometimes, in the name of fun and share, it’s good to tell younger people – and I mean people born after 2000 – what was happening those days. But throwing it in the face of people from 1990s is repulsive to the recipients.

      My post was, as a matter of fact, targeting at a certain person (local, Singaporean) who has been saying nothing, but BIMD around 100% of his social time. It can get appalling, and it makes people see him as unintelligent (I’m one of them).

      The person I’m talking about is 2 years my junior, in case you are curious.

      Yes, I agree totally on your point in regards to the reflection of change one had experienced, and not representation of time lived. 🙂


      • LOL… well, there’s always that one person who ruins it for everyone else, right? 😉

        I can say that I usually only say the ‘BIMD’ thing to people 16 years or younger, and usually when they are crying about getting no cell service while out doing something they shouldn’t even be worried about cell service anyway, like hiking or theme parks and stuff!

        I also grew up a lot more low-tech than most of my peers. My parents didn’t get cable TV until I was already grown and married (although they did get it before me, because we couldn’t AFFORD cable in the newlywed years, lol), I had to buy my own cell phone, which meant I didn’t get one until I had a job of my own, because we didn’t get an allowance.

        I grew up without many of the things even people in my own generation had, so when I say BIMD, it’s not even a real reflection on my DAY (time of my youth), it’s a reflection on what I experienced in my own bubble of existence.


      • Yeah…there’s always that “Little Johnny”. 😛

        I can relate how it felt growing up low-tech. Trust me when I say Singapore has its fair share of poor people. Unfortunately, my dad was one of them.

        It’s a great idea to have a benchmark when it comes to sharing BIMDs. 16 is a good number; you’ve gave me that idea. Any age higher and you’ll start seeing those expressions that say, “urgh…not again.”

        I used to be one of the rebels when I was young. LOL. 😛


      • LOL… are you kidding? You will get that ‘Urgh, not again!’ look from anyone over the age of 7 nowadays… anyone older than that will just pretend to ignore you while they play Candy Crush on their cell phone :p


      • Nah I’m not kidding.

        I’m an Asian. I’ll slap the face of whoever it is that is giving me that expression, or ignoring me, or looking down at their smartphone. Just asians’ disciplinary styles.

        Now, I AM kidding for the previous paragraph! 😛


      • LOL… you don’t have to be (kidding, I mean)… I am not Asian, but I did grow up in a family that finds disrespecting your elders unacceptable, and got a few ‘backhanded reminders’ to show a little more respect… BACK IN MY DAY… lol 😉


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  3. Andy all that you said is true but somehow i dont see kids playings all those little silly games we used to play as kids, cartoons that we used to watch, they hardly things about our myths stories… While enjoying this life i also miss my old days , evrything is really fast paced and noone has any time at all .


  4. You know, I’ve tried so hard not to ever say that to my kids. I can feel it come up to the top of my tongue and then I summon super human strength to prevent me from saying it. I used to hate it when I heard people older than me utter those words and I’m not about to go and do that to younger ones. However, I can’t help join in the rantings when other people mention it. It may be that I won’t cross that bridge, but once I’m on the other side I go all out in support of those who did. lol


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