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fortmis wrote

I don't know if I would describe nostalgia as making me feel safe. More like... Melancholy / existential / lost / old / whiney / confused


ziq OP wrote

Watching that 90s show rn


monday wrote

Is it a sequel? Like the grandparents are the same characters?


ziq OP wrote

They're all in it except the rapist.


rattledlove1139 wrote

Maybe i am weird for this i don't really have that kind of nostalgia i don't think. Things I wish i could do again yes but not really for places and people
Usually i can't do those things again because of barriers or things changing like I can't eat bread anymore so i can't have sandwiches from my childhood, or I can't fit on kids playground equipment but i miss swings and slides and climbing all around like a tiny menace. I don't want to be a kid again though because so many bad things happened, i just sort of wish those things didn't change


roanoke9 wrote (edited )

I agree. Had a period where I claimed nostalgia was a disease. Cannot even derail it with reminding a person of "bad memories". Because they will put a rose tint even on the corporal punishment they recieved.

I haven't watched that one. Curious if it will inspire the same furious incredulity that That 70s Show inspired in my mom.


Tequila_Wolf wrote

It works kind of like a reverse version of revenge fantasies, they replace actual action in dealing with some issue.


CaptainACAB wrote

Hard disagree.

It's more of a maladaptation, really.


roanoke9 wrote

That makes sense. Disease or drug are metaphorical, maladaptation is much more precise.


Majrelende wrote (edited )

Something to add: The departed bloodrose used to say that emotions tend to be telling us something important, and I have taken that to heart. Sometimes we misuse them, or fabricate them though. Cultural nostalgia (i.e. imagined collective pasts) are, if I can tell, examples of such fabrications, or convolutions of suffering into nostalgia, but I remember certain times and feel viscerally drawn to them--they are about the only times I feel nostalgic for, and I realise that is because it was the one time when I tasted real community and meaningful connection. They connect us to our desires, and if we are reflective and honest about them, we can learn a lot.


Majrelende wrote

I agree with the sentiment.

Sometimes people say things along these lines to say "look how well we have it these days!" It's disgusting, it invalidates the suffering people are going through in the present. I like how you phrase it, because it reminds us that neither that or the idea of the "good old days" is really true, that we (at least we who haven't been colonised or subjugated within our lifetimes) are living in a sort of hell and have been for a long while.


Bird wrote

Something that I'm frequently reminded of is "You Can't Go Home Again".

I haven't been back to where I was raised for nearly two decades now, and have traveled to hundreds of towns and cities and crossed tens of thousands of kilometers in that time.

I could return to my childhood hometown, even go to my old house, but that place won't be the place I remember. Sure it will superficially match, the streets the layout the location, will all have remained similar enough, but it won't be the same place. The faces that walk the streets will be different, the shops you used to go to a little more run down or replaced entirely, the woods smaller and less wild, the colors somehow duller, the old wonder somehow gone. Even your childhood home almost a ghost, same place sure, but something has changed in a way you cannot place and in that moment it's not your old home anymore, it's alien. Time took it from you, as it did everything else you remember.

But nostalgia, it gives an escape from that, it's those moments in time practically frozen, I would hazard a guess that there is something for everyone, be it a food or a smell or a show ect. that when revisited would bring back a seemingly perfectly clear memory of the distant past and if it's a positive memory it brings comfort, an anchor for a life that no longer exists in the way that it did and can never be like that again.

Sorry for the ramble, it's been a tough few days for me and I'm quite out of it.