Much appreciated, any genre would do.
Many old people see nostalgia through music, an example was when dementia patients reacted to music, they were in their late stages, but they could recall the song with alot of accuracy.
In my last summer of high school I was a nanny for these four kids. I became fast friends with the oldest daughter and she called me her big sister. Any way that summer she was 10, it was 2008. The next summer she contacts me and ask me if we can go to a movie, I gladly agree and tell her to pick what ever movie she wants. We go and see Remember me, with Robert Patterson (don't know if right name but the vampire from twilight) we are watching the movie and it doesn't let on what the date is (seems modern) and at the end (spoiler alert) Roberts character goes to wait for his dad in this big office building, they then show a shot of the date being written on a black bored its 9/11, and I whisper ohh no its 9/11. The 11 year old girl I am with then proceeds to ask what 9/11 was, I had to explain. She asked who did it, why it happened, when it happened, and asked what a terrorist was. I couldn't believe that a 11 year old person in the year 2009 had never heard of 9/11 (we are Canadian). Made me feel old. I'm not old.
Tl:dr- an 11 year old asked me what 9/11 was in 2009 after watching some shitty movie.
Especially Songs like This that are short, old and simple.
Jump out the house , teen x , die4guy , rockstar made and stop breathing are way better
To start off with brighter sides, it's very obvious to me that this shit manifested during my childhood and early teenage. I know this struggle isn't my fault.
I don't remember my parents spending time with me, ever, not even during my early childhood. I have only one very vivid memory of my dad trying to play with me when I was probably 5 or 6. I was so young and yet realized well enough to not feel happy but rather awkward for my dad not having any clue how to spend time with me, his own daughter.
I always heavily relied on my older siblings who both moved away when I was around 11 years old. I lived in a countryside which made meeting friends and having hobbies rather hard. Due to all emotional neglect and daily emotional abuse from my mom, I started building all types of fantasy worlds. I feel like neglected and traumatized children have very exceptional abilities to escape their life into their own imagination. It's easy to see as a natural reaction to keep a developing child safe from getting overwhelmed. I owe so much to my own brain and mind for letting me escape the daily dullness, fear and loneliness.
I'm 26 now and each passing year it has got harder and harder to handle spending time alone. I feel very unsafe if I don't have anything to obsess about, was it series, games, books, YouTube channel, browsing Pinterest, anything really.
Boredom is easily one of the worst hells for me. Rage, sadness and fear are emotions I can have conversation with, but boredom leaves me with nothing but emptiness. I miss the ability to get lost in my own mind. It's a huge burden to stress about how I'm going to spend every coming hour so that I don't end up being bored. At the same time fear of failure and burning myself out keeps me from trying out anything new and creative. Binge watching the same YouTube videos feel much more safer you know.
I thought of this mostly because I finally started taking beard maintainance seriously recently (using cream/conditioner, combing it out, keeping it trimmed regularly) and whose been into powerlifting since early high school (I'm not huge by any means, but I'd consider myself visibly muscular). They're both for myself (powerlifting is good for the soul, and my face fuzz grows quickly enough that staying clean shaven would be an annoying chore) , but I find it kinda funny how the vast majority of positive feedback I've gotten is from other men.
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