Laststop
Experienced
- Jul 9, 2019
- 243
I have long been into nostalgia. Like a lot of people here, my life has never been great. But, as I wrote, there was a time and place that was the best out of it all, and I like to think about it often. Today I was laying down with my eyes closed, and mentally placing myself in my grandparents house, and walking through, remembering as many details as I could. I do this a lot. I remember as many details from my favorite time. I love remembering something "new." Something I hadn't thought of in ages. A really good one is something forgotten since that time. There's a duality in this. In a couple ways. I'm not sure how to feel about the fact that in some ways it's pathetic, because it's kind of humble in comparison to the time other people had. I feel like it's not much to look back on. But, on the other hand, a lot of people didn't even have that much they could look back on happily. The other thing is the exercise sometimes makes me happy, and also depresses me. Which works into CTB. No matter how humble my short good time in life was, I'll never get it back. And it's all I really want.