Like… you know how a flashback scene in movies/tv feel so emotional sometimes… its kinda like that…
I think I’m just obsessed with that “emotional flashback” feeling, I’m digging into my memories, and reading the “early life” sections of wikipedias, and memoirs.
Am I just being weird af?
Y’all got any weird obsessions you might wanna share?


Can you give some examples? I’m interested.
Btw, didn’t you say you haven’t met much people from outside the US? You should visit a big city sometime… it’ll open your mind to the world.
I’d like to think I’m pretty open minded. I know how beautiful the world can be. It’s my world that’s small and sad. I was in a city last week. I’d rather not say where but it was amazing. I think I’d be a lot happier if I could live there. It’s not really an option right now. I didn’t have time to sight-see or explore sadly. It was beautiful though. The people who live there seem happier as well. Maybe it’s observation bias. I can’t be sure.
I don’t wanna type all the details of each memory, but feel free to search through my post history. To summarize:
hmm this is strange. Why do I only remember my mom in these memories? I can’t be sure if my dad was there. I mean… he doesn’t have much fun conversations… he’s kinda just… there… in the background… or maybe not… don’t remember.
I think that’s all on the top of my head right now. Can’t believe I didn’t even cherish those moments at the time… and now those momemts are gone, forever, becoming a distant memory.
Even now typing out these memories, I’m mentally reliving it.
Hmm why do I feel so emotional over memories, yet at the time, when I was there for real, I just didn’t even feel this emotional. Yeah… so I have an obsession with memories lol.