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| quote: | Originally posted by SYSTEM-J
I think things are fine now. I'm in a better position now than I ever was as a teenager. This is my point. I'm 22. Why the fuck would anyone start being nostalgic at 22? If your childhood was the peak of your life, what's the point?
I have plenty of happy memories from childhood. I enjoy thinking of good moments in my life but I don't wallow in the past to provide happiness. The time for nostalgia is at the end of your life when things are drawing to a close. If you're 22 years old and you're already getting misty eyed about being 6 years old then you're wasting your life. |
I don't see that nostalgia inherently connotes a wallowing in the past as a means of providing happiness in the present, or idealizing it in such a way that it becomes the retrospective climax of their life experiences (though I'm not denying that this is certainly an incarnation of it). I'm fairly confident that most commonly understand and experience nostalgia in precisely the way you described: the deriving of a sense of happiness from reflecting on a period of time that itself considered to be pleasurable, in an at least selective capacity, if not in an all-inclusive one. With that in mind, there's nothing problematic or developmentally immature with being nostalgic in your twenties, for by your twenties, you've undergone an extended period of time in your life that has since come to an end, even if your life isn't drawing to a close.
The annoyances I find with it (which are more consistent with the criticisms you're leveraging) are when people reminisce over their youth with an overblown sense of passion and zeal that would seem to suggest they were at the end of their lives, or have at least cleared the peak of it.
| quote: | Originally posted by SYSTEM-J
Because, believe it or not, I know a lot of nostalgic twenty-somethings who just can't shut the fuck up about children's cartoons from the early 90s. |
The more obnoxious nostalgic twenty-somethings seem to have slowly developed an equally obnoxious culture of nostalgia around themselves, and depending upon which variety of them you are, owning one of these in your room or on a shirt is nearly mandatory:

Not a 90's cartoon, I realize, though still aligned with my point.
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Last edited by Paradox Lost on Jun-19-2010 at 08:41
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