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- Oct 13, 2020
We all have nostalgia over something. I myself link certain pop culture pieces to good periods of time in my lifetime. TV shows, movies, video games, songs, snacks, you name it.
But then I think to myself three things: One, those were just products that formed part of a whole. Why do I have such fond memories of those products? In part, it's because of the experiences too. Sharing those things with your friends, the novelty and thrills of trying them for the first time, finding them fun and fulfilling.
Two, our memories are also comprised of experiences. For instance, don't we all remember fun family gatherings, romps with our friends and family members in our cities, playtime in the streets or during school recess?
Three, and perhaps more importantly, it's all in the past now. Hell, several of those things are no longer good when you try them as a grown person. The people you met in your childhood moved on and may not even remember you anymore. Attempts to "recreate" those experiences will most likely leave you unfulfilled, which may lead to a vicious cycle of seeking more and more pieces of nostalgia to get that dopamine kick again.
I say this because that's exactly what happened to me not too long ago, and pardon for the power-leveling here. There was a period of time in my life when I was so down in the dumps, the only thing that made me happy was to look fondly at my childhood and all the nice experiences I had, including all the pop culture crap I consumed back then. But then it hit me that this was just escapism, a way to cope with my then-current situation and remain in a comfort zone I did not want to get out of.
The point is, the humanoid piece of rancid cookie dough has only those pieces of pop culture to remind him of good times. That is a very sad way to go on with your life, because you're paralyzing yourself inside an idealized version of your past, so you don't have to face your present and work on your future. The porker here embraces this fully because it's all he has. Chances are that the copious amounts of alcohol he drinks also serve to him to feel light and without a care in the world, like when he was like a child. It would be sad, if it wasn't this abhorrent excuse for a human being inflicting it upon himself.
But then I think to myself three things: One, those were just products that formed part of a whole. Why do I have such fond memories of those products? In part, it's because of the experiences too. Sharing those things with your friends, the novelty and thrills of trying them for the first time, finding them fun and fulfilling.
Two, our memories are also comprised of experiences. For instance, don't we all remember fun family gatherings, romps with our friends and family members in our cities, playtime in the streets or during school recess?
Three, and perhaps more importantly, it's all in the past now. Hell, several of those things are no longer good when you try them as a grown person. The people you met in your childhood moved on and may not even remember you anymore. Attempts to "recreate" those experiences will most likely leave you unfulfilled, which may lead to a vicious cycle of seeking more and more pieces of nostalgia to get that dopamine kick again.
I say this because that's exactly what happened to me not too long ago, and pardon for the power-leveling here. There was a period of time in my life when I was so down in the dumps, the only thing that made me happy was to look fondly at my childhood and all the nice experiences I had, including all the pop culture crap I consumed back then. But then it hit me that this was just escapism, a way to cope with my then-current situation and remain in a comfort zone I did not want to get out of.
The point is, the humanoid piece of rancid cookie dough has only those pieces of pop culture to remind him of good times. That is a very sad way to go on with your life, because you're paralyzing yourself inside an idealized version of your past, so you don't have to face your present and work on your future. The porker here embraces this fully because it's all he has. Chances are that the copious amounts of alcohol he drinks also serve to him to feel light and without a care in the world, like when he was like a child. It would be sad, if it wasn't this abhorrent excuse for a human being inflicting it upon himself.