People are always talking about wanting to go back to some time in their life
But when I think of mine there is nothing to look back to
No time I long for
This life has not been kind to me
I don’t wish to be a helpless child again
The world took advantage of me
I don’t wish to be a confused and frustrated and depressed teen again
The world turned its back on me when it realised I wasn’t controllable
I don’t want to be a young adult again
Still confused and frustrated
Still depressed
Now here’s five thousand things more to have to focus on because you woke up 18
I would like the world to go back to the 90s for the sheer need of living better financially but culturally?
I don’t want to go back to that shit
Watching oldies now I feel like I’m watching through my fingers the amount of jabs and punches they make at marginalised groups
The stereotyping
The whiteness
That uncanny white bread culture of every family with little to no influences from outside culture as if America is a haven of one monolithic culture and none else
Every black family is written by a white person and it’s plainly obvious
Every disabled person is inspiration porn
Or a joke
There are no plus size women unless they are ugly and that’s the joke
Just not a good look, all around, the 90s
So, like, I don’t know why people are pining for back in time
Maybe other people have good memories
Maybe other people see something when they think of home
I don’t think I’ve ever been better than now
And considering my position that’s saying a lot
So maybe he’s not getting better
But I am
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