Mine is nostalgia. That’s literally my copium drug and it really is strong some days. It’s not that I sit here everyday and never move on to newer things, I do sometimes embrace new things and realize there’s more out there than what I have.

It’s just, there’s an online radio show I still listen to, to this day and it’s episodes are like 17 years old and been out of syndication for a good long while now with no hope of returning. It’s like my time capsule that opens up so much in my mind, so many memories, so many what-ifs to think about, bringing me back to where things were in that time period .etc

And it’s something I just don’t think I’ll ever let go because as much as I’ve tried to find a place in this awfully trashed world, I’m always winding back at square one because either I’m incompatible or it is incompatible with me.

I just want to go back to the 2000s and do it all over again and meet who I know now just to see how things could’ve gone if we’ve all met earlier.

  • @[email protected]
    21•7 months ago

    This is gonna sound silly, but feeding the local birds is really therapeutical. For the span of a moment it’s not about you, it’s about the simplicity of feeding an animal you don’t know, that will likely not care if you come back. No strings attached.

    I used to wonder why old people do that, now I get it. It just feels nice.

    A word of advice though if you plan on doing that, look up what you should and should not feed wild animals. Bread is supposedly terrible for ducks. And crows will go crazy about peanuts. Funny to see them crack them open too.