Donut mind me, am bored and mildly drunk so I am feeling chatty even if that means resorting to forums that houses like all 10 of us. Anyway. I was thinking about how fast time goes and memories from when I was a kiddo feel like yesterday and basically what do you think of nostalgia? Does it make you sad? I don't feel particularly sad, it mostly just feels weird how quickly things change and how short everything is. Anyway sad drunks unite, this is why depressed ppl donut drink, you start reminiscing about being 6 and playing in sprinklers w bitches named genelle who are only friends w you because you share your banana bread w them. Long story short, fuck genelle, you grew up to have a weird haircut.
Yehh after i turned 17 time just went fast as fuck i dont even remember being 18 n now im 23. I still have to think about how old i am when people ask coz i dont remember being 18 19 20 21 22. Some times i accidently say 15. Its weird how fast time goes. I still even write 2012 for the date some times. 2004 is still new to me even tho i was only born in 1997. Shit confusing as fuck
Honestly just being stuck inside constantly has me feeling nostalgic and I can relate. It’s a hard time and there’s not much else to do but just reminisce. But there’s something comforting about remembering your life and those who were in it and seeing the growth that you and others have made.
Nostalgia is sweet until you realize you're only able to relive those moments in your memory and the existential dread kicks in. But like....that happens even when sober.
Nostalgia kind of makes me sad, I miss my childhood, even though I was bullied a lot and it made me miserable. I'm having a tonsillectomy a few days before Christmas this year, so I put up my tree and decorated early this week. I realize now that I am an adult, so it is up to me to make the holidays fun and magical, but they'll never be as magical for me as they were when I was little. And even though I will be in quite a bit of pain for actual Christmas, I can make it fun now. Going through decorations, some that are older than I am, made me nostalgic. My parents tried to keep Santa real for as long as they could. I do have a mean big sister though, who tried to tell me he wasn't real. Every Christmas Eve, my mom would read both of us A Visit From St. Nicholas (The Night Before Christmas), and my dad would throw rocks on our roof that made it sound like the reindeers had landed, so we better get to bed! They'd also sprinkle ashes on the hearth like Santa tracked them in when he was climbing out of our fireplace. How cool was it to actually believe that a giant elf was climbing down my chimney and leaving us all these presents. Stuffed animals also came to life at night, so I'd leave my favorite ones by the fireplace to meet him. I have worked in retail for most of my adult life, so that means working on the holidays, and being too exhausted to do much else. I am out of work now, and being unemployed sucks, but it's actually pretty cool to not be at work right now though. I'd be getting ready to go to my shift at 5am if it was any other year- for the nightmare known as Black Friday. I am so happy to be able to stay home and stay up as late as I want. Not to watch a fist fight break out over a toaster oven, or hear customers shout from a long line, "What's taking so long, can't you call more cashiers up, does anybody work here?". Ah, idiots, what does it look like we're doing? Having a party? And no one made you come out and shop today. Just here watching my Christmas lights twinkling, and my cat, Olivia, just swiped at her reflection in the frosty window. Blisss...also chuckle at my co-workers and what they're in for today...suckas.
I'm 35 now, but I still write 34 on all my forms that ask my age. Just you wait. I think it's early dementia 😂😗