Oh Nostalgia

Facebook Memories is a blessing and a curse all wrapped into one.

On the one hand, you have the memories that hold sentimental value. It’s pictures and posts of loved ones who have since passed. Vacations and trips are nothing more than a distant memory, forever documented into the archives of social media.

And then you have the posts that are so naive and whiney, you want to travel back in time and smack the shit out of yourself.

Regardless, if you’ve had the same Facebook over the years, it allows you to see how much you have grown as a person. In the 11 years mine has been active, I’ve seen how mature (and how immature) I’ve become. I still yell at television shows, I complain about work, and for the most part, I even post pictures and videos of animals.

In the middle of my rants and random postings are memories. For the most part, I can visualize the details that I once wrote about it. Days spent on the lake with friends, day trips to Roanoke or Christiansburg, movies we’ve seen throughout the years. It sparks a sense of nostalgia for simpler days. The days when we weren’t weighed down with the actual responsibilities of adulthood. We could spend days riding around town blaring whatever was on the radio. We could stay up all night binge watching movies and tv shows, eating and drinking whatever sounded appealing and not worrying how it was going to make us feel tomorrow.

At some point, we had to finally grow up. We took on “adult” jobs in factories and offices, started families, or continued with schooling. Friendships that we vowed would never break apart parted ways as our lives drifted in other directions. We settled into routines, became conscious of our spending and budgets, and started to take into account our physical and mental health. Amid everything, we lost our youthful energy that fueled some of the best days of our lives.

Then, a simple look back in time brings those feelings again, and for a brief moment, we’re transported back to those days, longing for things to be that easy once more.


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