Had a big moment of nostalgia of some of my early teenage memories after watching a family member’s play today. It’s the weirdest feeling and it triggered a plethora of emotions.
I used to be big into theater when I was in high school, and there was an outside group that got me into it. So seeing an old director and such really brought back memories, especially since my happiest memories with theater were with that group (once I actually did it with my school, had a hard-ass Director who soured my taste and confidence in it). It reminded me when the smallest things caused angst, of finding a community in the period of life when you don’t know who you are, and yet you still maintained this sense of optimism and naïveté.
Maybe this is what it feels like getting older. Even though I’m happy and satisfied with parts of where my life is heading, I almost felt like I wanted to go back when things were simpler. When my biggest concern was whether that girl liked you back, if people would like me in the play or which of my friends were real and which were fake.
It’s a strange mixture of happiness from recalling memories but then this stinging bit of sadness of how far gone those memories actually are from your present state. It also makes you question if you truly have had any of that same happiness and thrill that you did a while ago. And all of this nostalgic thinking yet I’m still young and ‘in my prime’ I feel like it’s far too soon to think back like this.
@Just Tele am I going to have more of these moments as I age? This almost kind of sucks, maybe this is what actual nostalgia feels like.