MrsT-800
Be the helper of my soul O God
- Nov 25, 2025
- 12
I learned recently the word "anemoia" – nostalgia for a time you never lived. On top of generally being suicidal, I've always loved the 80s-90s, though I wasn't alive enough of the 90s to enjoy or really live them. Now it makes sense… seeing my favorite movie, my favorite character, my heart ached.
Maybe I'm not tired of the world. Just this one. And you know what hurts? I can't turn back time or travel it. The world I want to be in is genuinely and eternally gone. Like, in the 2010s maybe, it'd still be possible. But with the iPhone? AI? Society, generally? Forget it.
What almost hurts more, is that my comfort fandom plot turns on changing fate. How anything can be possible. How there's extraordinary in the ordinary and a nobody like me can be crucial to something big or be in on something huge. And yet – here I am, in the 2020s, miserable. Nothing has changed this. I'm partly alive because I'm holding out some tiny and ridiculous hope that it might be real.
I've always preferred to live life off-screen, no phones, more than detox style. I mean, full unplug. But it cannot be in the time and in the world I need.
I almost think it's my past life and that plot was real.
Does anyone else heavily rely on fiction or fantasy to get them through this or feel this sense for a time and place unattainable?
Maybe I'm not tired of the world. Just this one. And you know what hurts? I can't turn back time or travel it. The world I want to be in is genuinely and eternally gone. Like, in the 2010s maybe, it'd still be possible. But with the iPhone? AI? Society, generally? Forget it.
What almost hurts more, is that my comfort fandom plot turns on changing fate. How anything can be possible. How there's extraordinary in the ordinary and a nobody like me can be crucial to something big or be in on something huge. And yet – here I am, in the 2020s, miserable. Nothing has changed this. I'm partly alive because I'm holding out some tiny and ridiculous hope that it might be real.
I've always preferred to live life off-screen, no phones, more than detox style. I mean, full unplug. But it cannot be in the time and in the world I need.
I almost think it's my past life and that plot was real.
Does anyone else heavily rely on fiction or fantasy to get them through this or feel this sense for a time and place unattainable?