It comes out of nowhere and throws you right off.
I've been feeling all kinds of nostalgia for the most unexpected things recently. I miss the uni I hated and I've been thinking a lot about the best friend I haven't spoken to or even thought about since I was about 13. I even spent around half an hour on my middle school's website yesterday. It's all very weird.
The thing about nostalgia is, it makes you forget. You're swarmed with all the good feelings, all the hashtag mems. You don't even consider the bad parts. The times you felt so alone, the times you hated every second of being in school, the petty arguments that came from nowhere. You just feel that warm fuzzy feeling of remembering.
I've always been a nostalgic person, I guess. After I left both my middle and secondary schools, I went back the following year to see the school play or the summer concert. I must get some sort of odd thrill from walking in the corridors when it's almost empty and seeing the teachers who I sometimes hated a little bit.
Nostalgia is a wonderful thing, to know you've had great days in the past. But when you're going through a bad patch, I wish it would just...not? Sometimes I could live without being whacked in the face with how happy I've been and how happy I'm might not be right now.
I've said the word "nostalgia" in every paragraph it doesn't even look real anymore.
But seriously, why am I missing things I didn't even know I missed?
Bit of a deep one, soz friends.
Thanks for reading!
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