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?
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.