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Tequila_Wolf wrote

If I remember anything I'll come back here, but I think the answer is that I don't miss anything.

If it's something from my childhood that I no longer have that I enjoyed then, I had it for reasons that disgust me now.

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ruin wrote

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

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zddy wrote

Innocence was nice. Nihilism is better though.

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ziq wrote

Breaking and entering to sleep in people's summer houses or in hotel rooms in the off season.

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existential1 wrote

Honestly just the lack of certain forms of dread that I didn't even know were possible.

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86944 wrote

I feel you on the pokemon games. Gen 3 was the first I played and I stopped around diamond and pearl. They've been made even easier and have weird gimmicks each generation.

Constant snow cover. Winter used to mean the ground was white for days or weeks. Now it snows so infrequently that the snow cover might last a day or two.

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Vulgar_Soda wrote

I miss the frogs, the toads, and the bats. As a child, I would spend hours observing tadpoles in the shallow pools around my neighborhood. Every night, the skies would buzz with the sound of tiny wings in the air. I held such wonder then, amazed by creatures I had thought existed only on television. My old family home, sitting on the outskirts of an almost infinite urban sprawl, was ripe for opportunities for a poor, listless child to experience "nature." Those pools and streams have been replaced by concrete. The skies are blotted out by an army of street lamps. Where once wildlife was allowed to subsist, only human progress remains.

Frogs and toads and bats still exist, but not within the desert city I grew up in. Every year I go back to visit, I notice less and less critters scurrying about. Mom sent me a picture of a lizard literally cooked alive on her driveway pavement. What hope does a frog have? I should feel lucky I get to miss something children living there now only know through their phones.

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TheLegendaryBirdMonster wrote (edited )

Yeah I remember my parents having to clean the windshield periodically when driving on the motorway.

Less than 20 years later, the glass is spotless. :(

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malvarosa wrote

i miss not cooking or having to deal with my own nutrition. i hate cooking. yet so, so hungry.

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bloodrose wrote

I'm a good cook. I've spent years perfecting it. I love serving people my good food. But god, I get sick of cooking, too. I loved my mom's cooking and would eat it every night still. She makes the best spaghetti and I loved salad night where she would make us a little salad bar and we'd all make our own.

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malvarosa wrote

I can cook, pretty good about 60% of the time but I resent the fuck out of it because I’m the only one in my house that knows how to. My grandpa did the cooking for the entire family and it was the best food anyone who tried it had ever eaten. He’s gone now and my partner can barely fry an egg. This close to burning the kitchen down.

But anyway: always looking for easy and nutritious recipes!

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bloodrose wrote

I hear you, friend. I hear you. I cook everything in this house, too. My husband tried but would keep leaving the dang kitchen while stuff was cooking and come back to it ruined, and then would blame the food product for his failure. I just couldn't cope with it so I took over completely.

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malvarosa wrote

Ah yes, the ol “operator who blames their error on the operation they set out to complete.” A timeless classic!

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Abesti wrote

Nothing, really. My childhood was a mix of violence, abuse, homelessness, prison and sadness,

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FuckCopyright wrote

The whole look, feel and sound of things. 2013 fucked them all up with this anemic aesthetic that's somehow hot.

Also some of the purely blissful experiences. Was a bit happier but accepted that more things I couldn't change, even though I still had gender issues and the like. Then again I still had no place to go outside of my parents I guess.

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bloodrose wrote

So much:

  1. Only having to do 1/4 of the dishes - I thought it was bad having one week a month where I had to do the dishes. Man, I'd take that over having to do them all.
  2. People not knowing shit and being okay with it - I'm old. We didn't have google then. We sang the lyrics wrong and no one fucking cared.
  3. The fort we "made" in the slough (if you can count nailing boards to a few branches and not building any "buildings"). Sitting on top of a tree branch as a lookout in that fort or crawling through the brambles to get to the cattails to make spears out of the cattails.
  4. My brothers who never call, never hang out. Adulthood happened and I barely hear from them.

Not to say there isn't a lot I don't miss. But there was some cool shit that I miss.

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RichOldWhiteMan wrote

I have seen an interesting dish washing strategy. Quite a few people in my family do this. They have a dishwasher and its just a rule that when you finish your plate you have to rinse it then load it in the dishwasher. A decent amount of pots still have to be washed, but it seems to be a far less overwhelming overall. Though, I would have a little more confrontational solution if it bothered me that much.

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bloodrose wrote

There was 1 glorious week that this happened in my old apartment. Then we moved and the dishwasher broke and somehow that is an excuse for not washing your own dishes(?!). I'm bitterly angry that I am washing every dish right now. I complained to my husband that a minimum of 9 meals a day were being consumed in this household and I was cleaning up after all of them. His response was to tell me that particular day he and my daughter had skipped breakfast as if 6 meals to clean up after a day made it okay. And it's a line of bullshit because it's usually more than 9 when you count snacks in there - and why does that fucker need a new glass every time he's thirsty, yo? Grr. I'll go sit in a corner with my angry, pout face on now.

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Vulgar_Soda wrote

I'm sorry. I lol'd. I am picturing a 90s cartoon, with an overworked female executive going home to a lazy unemployed dad lounging around in his underwear while their small child runs around screaming, waiting for mom to make dinner and clean up after.

Where's the scene where you bonk your husband over the head with a mallet?

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bloodrose wrote

He's a cool guy. He just needs to learn to do his own dishes, lol.

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Ennui wrote

I used to care a lot about being “successful.” I don’t miss the stressful perfectionist mindset that put me in and which I still deal with today, but I did enjoy feeling like I was going somewhere.

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lastfutures wrote (edited )

Nothing. I don't have a pleasant relationship with memory or reminiscence.

I read this recently, which feels relevant and I thought it was really interesting:

People are always shouting they want to create a better future. It's not true. The future is an apathetic void of no interest to anyone. The past is full of life, eager to irritate us, provoke and insult us, tempt us to destroy or repaint it. The only reason people want to be masters of the future is to change the past.

Milan Kundera

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cyberrose wrote

Living in a bigger city now, I (somehow) miss the village. Sure everything was limited and you need to get along with the people since you don't have other options but it also provided you with stuff you won't find in a city. The slow pace of the world, the endless inspiration for wasting time with stupid stuff, the freedom of doing what you want with minimal consequences...

But also: Without some of the people I met elsewhere I don't want to go back in such a setting. It just felt like "liberating" because you simply did not know the other options. Also it was much easier to reproduce oppressive behavior in various forms; but you won't notice that if you don't get in contact with others...

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ChaosBomb wrote

Days feel shorter than they used to. Maybe it's because I'm carrying a digital timepiece all the time. Hate it.

I also used to be able to enjoy doing something for more than an hour before I got bored.

To a lesser extent, I miss going to a blockbuster to beg my mom for a gameboy color game. Any gameboy color game. iirc, I would succeed less than half of the time.

The circumstances of my paternal grandparents' deaths really fucked me up for a while, I've got a lot of summer vacation memories associated with them. I used to want to live in South Carolina, but there's little to nothing there for me anymore.

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UwUltraviolence wrote

Our fireplace.

Mom had a wood burning stove that we would use for parts of fall n most of winter. I would sleep by it, some nights and the cats and dog would sleep by me as well. Mostly cause I had a blanket for the extra warmth. I'd just fall asleep to the sounds of embers burning their last. It smelled great.

When I hit like 16 n started going through boy puberty (🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮) she would let me help n chop the firewood.

I loved the smell of sweat mixed with just...pulverized wood? It was a very enjoyable and tactile thing.

Our house is now bulldozered and will be replaced with a 3 story monstrosity that looks like the 3 other houses that were demolished and built into the exact suburban but still hip mini mansion that has no room for nature. No tree or bushes or plants. Just enough space for a strip of lawn.

Sorry for ranting. I hate New houses I hate mcmansions and I hate that I miss the house I grew up. I despise nostalgia but am feeling too much of it these days.

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