Are any of you involuntarily stuck in a time/place you're no longer in?

[remembranceofthingspast]

I feel like part of me lives where and when I did thirty years ago when I first left home.. Not all of me is in the present.

How do you deal with the feeling?

Maybe I need 'soul retrieval' or something 😊 (just kidding)

I feel nostalgic about my life after 18 often. First taste of freedom, very little responsibility, it was just great. I imagine a lot of people feel this way when we have the stark contrast of present working/mom life.

I wouldn't say I'm stuck there so much as I just often like to reminisce about times gone by and often wishing that I could go back.

Had some incredible times in Fabric (London). What I wouldn't give to feel that freedom and pure euphoria once more.

Those clubbing days are long gone but I still miss them. Despite all the reunion nights, we will never be as young or innocent or free of responsibility again, and you can't replicate it. We can remember though (and I now run to the tunes I used to dance to 😉) From a fellow (albeit Northern) clubber 🩵

It has been confusing for the past four and twenty years to discover I am apparently resident in the year 2026 despite having originated several decades earlier.

The local customs remain strange. The inhabitants communicate largely through apps, possess no cash, and appear to summon both taxis and groceries by means of small illuminated rectangles. Nobody owns an atlas. Shops no longer wish to receive money. People voluntarily allow household appliances to listen to them.

I continue to regard mobile telephones as faintly unnecessary, online forms as an administrative experiment that will surely pass, and £7 for a coffee as a temporary market distortion.

I am doing my best to blend in. However, I remain convinced that at some point someone will return me to a world containing library catalogues on cards, televisions with four channels (a new-fangled innovation that I am barely used to), telephones attached to walls, and the general expectation that if one wished to contact another person one ought first to ascertain whether they were at home.

Until then, I remain stranded in the future and hopeful that normality will eventually be restored.

I want to be back in the 80's. No mobile phones, or computers. I played music and learned tunes by getting records from the library. I could read for hours. Happy days...

I just want the Internet and mobile ph9nes to go away

You've got me thinking back to the 90s when we'd stay up late into the night snorting coke and smoking weed and getting all deep and existential and talking a whole lot of bollocks. I cringe just thinking about it.

I've lightened up a lot since then and I'm all the happier for it 😀

I like technology but there was just a fortnight which was the happiest time of my life and I must've forged a very strong connection to it

Same here! Yes, it's just never the same and definitely can never be replicated. I think it's a lot to do with who you are as a person at the time too. If I went on a night out now I would just be worrying about my kids and no doubt making sure everyone there was safe and okay hahaha. I like gymming to my old music now, too lol! Its a nice time to zone out and go back to those years.

It was nice to reminisce, I am also northern but used to go to London a lot for the techno/dance clubs haha. We are forever young ❤️

Brilliant! Sometimes I catch myself waiting for everything to go back to 'normal' too.

I'm intrigued, what happened during this fortnight? Describe it for us!!!

Love this post. Really resonates. I'm 57 and feel like my 30 year old self has been transported to the future. I still feel the same as I did back then, but the world is entirely different. I must have missed the gradual change while I was busy or something.

Not in the same way but part of me is still in the NICU feeling dismissed by a consultant when I insisted my baby still wasn't well. He wasn't. He's ok now but suffered the side effects for years and some will be lifelong. Part of me is in the ward in the kids hospital and the resus room at and e where we spent way too many visits and part of me still watches my surroundings wondering if I could adequately explain my location on a 999 call.

It's PTSD for me and counselling has helped, if you feel trapped by a past, even a positive one it's stopping you moving forward. You need counselling I think

@Isittimeformynapyet Good point lol. I have a whole other person developed/revived since then, who likes chart music and listens to the charts every week. Some people I knew have not grown out of being pretentious knobs and they are tragic and/or annoying now from what I see of them online.

Definitely. I lived somewhere for a few years a while ago, and left because I was homesick. I shouldn't have moved. I'm friends with people that are still there and I feel I have an alternative life there that I'm missing which I have a window to, because of social media.

I can't go back for a range of reasons, but I still grieve that life. In some ways, it was a lot more fulfilling than the life I have now.

@Velumentalso sorry to hear that. 😢 I hope he's doing fairly ok. Yes part of it is trauma. There was a real high point which was followed by it falling down. I've had a lot of therapy but I think am coming to some realisations on my own that might be helpful to me. Financially therapy would be hard at the moment

Yeah it's hard isn't it? You can't always afford the therapy you'd benefit from. I was so lucky to get some on the NHS and it really helped.

@VelumentalYes if it's something like full on PTSD they will help. My issues they see as minor so NHS wouldn't chip in for extreme nostalgia:) I do have some unpleasant things that happened then which are trauma. Maybe I will try asking NHS again, thanks for the help xx

@BestisyettocomeImagine a young woman moves to her own place far away for uni but goes up a bit early. She finds a beautiful 'studio' flat which has end to end real wood flooring and a gorgeous view of the ancient university.

Then she meets what she feels are her people (after a whole school years of bullying as well as have a passionate 'love' (from her side)affair which ended badly.

She found out the people she thought were her people (minus her lover) actually dislike her to the extent they put a 'curse' on her through a ritual, And they also made it clear to her that they had cursed her (we might not believe in curses but they do and it was particularly upsetting that people she loved dislikes her enough to try and do that.)

She split with the man she was dating for a year and moved up with, having gone off him. Without his half of the rent, she can't afford her beloved flat and has to leave.

So I have been realising recently that that amazing time and that flat eventually became a worry as I could not afford it.

I think it will help me, to realise not everything of that time was roses.