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For lack of a better word - quasi-nostalgia or whatever the opposite of that word is (as opposed to regret or hindsight...) Reflections maybe?  

A. Screagles
It's the early nineties. If you weren't alive back then, or simply forgot what it was like. Allow me to paint a brief picture:
People weren't buying and renting DVD's either - mainly they weren't invented yet. 
Thom Yorke wailing about being a Creep. 
Kurt Cobain still around (and wailing).
The internet a novelty and a rarity for most ordinary folks. 
Mobile phones? Yeah, right - we're talking years before the Matrix. 
Yonn Swiitkant, just like me, just another kid in middle school.
I would not call it the good old days... Different times is all. 

One more thing: my English knowledge virtually non-existent - I couldn't tell the difference between measuring and messing. 

Fast forward thirty-ish years, I still prefer my mistranslated interpretation of "messing with the best" as "measuring up to them".
Aspiring to live up to high standards rather than combating those claiming to be at the peak (of whatever).

In hindsight it sounds too pacifistic given that statement was on a camo-flag that hung in my room for years. 
Like I said it.... different times...

Although I have learnt about more affordable options in the meantime, I never quite got into them. 
Maybe because I learnt why the hard way is harder. Putting it like this makes it sound almost self-explanatory. 

It's difficult to assess if that is the origin story of a perpetual contrarian, or merely proof that (some) people don't change. 
Some people learn, some don't. And once one learns that unlearning is key (by way of misinterpreting that statement or otherwise)
it becomes difficult to forget. 

It's all so convenient... 

Almost too much so, one might say - if only that didn't sound self-contradictory....