I’m cursed with strong memory.

I recall many peripheral and extemperaneous details of commentary and events going back 30 years. Just the way my brain works.

This means I remember the way the world was. I remember what people said and did. How they acted. What their beliefs were. What scared them. What brought them joy etc…

I say cursed because it seems most are not able to remember these types of details.

So it’s isolating because you remember what it was like, but you’re effectively alone and everyone else has upgraded their beliefs, fears, joys for whatever is in vogue at the present moment.

Which is frustrating because we had such a better culture that we’ve largely discarded in favor of what?

Nothing.

It’s sad.