Does anyone else feel like their brain clings to the most insignificant memories to place on a nostalgic pedestal or is it just me?
It makes sense to feel nostalgic about big milestones such as one's graduation, but all my nostalgic moments are so insignificant. For instance, I can vividly remember reenacting "The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street" in literature class--specifically my best friend repeatedly and enthusiastically reading the word INSOMNIA. I look back on this memory and smile and laugh and cry despite the scenario being so uninteresting that putting it into writing was jading in-and-of itself. Maybe it's just a painful reminder that depression/suicidality poisons even the most mundane of experiences, and how in those moments, I was truly happy despite not having some plethoric reason to be. Being surrounded by my peers all listening to my best friend recite a dumb play was enough.
This is just one of many examples of snippets of memories my mind decides to idealize.
It makes sense to feel nostalgic about big milestones such as one's graduation, but all my nostalgic moments are so insignificant. For instance, I can vividly remember reenacting "The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street" in literature class--specifically my best friend repeatedly and enthusiastically reading the word INSOMNIA. I look back on this memory and smile and laugh and cry despite the scenario being so uninteresting that putting it into writing was jading in-and-of itself. Maybe it's just a painful reminder that depression/suicidality poisons even the most mundane of experiences, and how in those moments, I was truly happy despite not having some plethoric reason to be. Being surrounded by my peers all listening to my best friend recite a dumb play was enough.
This is just one of many examples of snippets of memories my mind decides to idealize.
