I don’t like getting nostalgic.
Whenever I do, it feels like conceding weakness. “Oh, yeah, I miss that time way back when… man, wasn’t that a good time to be alive and doing things?” It seems like, once those things have happened, it’s time to move on and do other things that you’re not allowed to be nostalgic about, either.
For example, do I miss being a teenager? Yeah, sometimes I do. I miss life when it was less complicated. I miss not having it all figured out and having the freedom to be anything I wanted to be (except, like, a doctor or something, because I’m pretty sure you need more than a 67 in biology to be allowed to cut people up).
2013 was a year of figuring out what the rest of my life is going to look like. I know what I’m going to do and who I’m going to do it with. I have a plan. I have goals. Hell, I even have finances now, like I’m some kind of grown-up or something. When did that happen? Last I checked, I was a twenty-something just trying to get through university without having another mental breakdown. Then I looked up, realized I was going to graduate in four months and plan out what was going to happen after that, and discovered I was actually (however mildly) prepared to cope with it.
But this isn’t about life. It’s about movies.