So I guess this has been a long time comin’, but what can I say - I’m a sucker for closure! This is, officially, the final post of Dealing With The 90s.
As the title of the blog denotes, I’ve been using this blog not to celebrate, but to cope with, my nostalgia for the 1990s. I recognized something weird about my constant immersion in nostalgic feelings I had for the first ten years of my life, and I wanted to get to the bottom of it. But like most things in my life, the answers ended up being a little more vague and unclear than I was hoping.
I think I’ll mention, though, that nostalgia doesn’t seem to actually be about the songs or the movies or the video games. I’m not nostalgic for Pokemon, I’m nostalgic for battling Pokemon in Scott’s backyard sleepover with six other kids. I’m not nostalgic for the Goo Goo Dolls, I’m nostalgic for listening to the Goo Goo Dolls with my sister in the play room with action figures. Nostalgia is nothing but affection for something you’ve lost and can never get back, and it’s healthy in small doses - emphasis on the small.
But one thing’s for sure - I’m not nostalgic for the times I felt nostalgic. All those things I posted about in this blog were once immediate and real. So at some point, you have to stop running google image searches of Rugrats and get back to living. Gotta experience those real, immediate things while they’re staring me right in the face, right?
Anyway, thank y’all so much for all the follows, reblogs, and likes.
Take it easy, brah!
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vladgina reblogged this from dealingwith90s and added:
Right. Great post. Great point.
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