reflections
Old Self
A skeptical look at nostalgia for the person we claim we used to be.
I often stumble upon people telling me that they miss their old selves. Funny they are. I’ve always wanted to ask them whether they even remembered who they used to be. I mean, I can’t remember who the fuck I was yesterday let alone my oldself. How do people keep saying that they miss someone when they clearly have no idea who they were before?
Maybe I’m too grumpy after not writing anything for a long time but to me, missing my old self is nothing but a weird excuse for the person who they’ve become. Why would you want to go back if you’re a better person than before? The only reason you miss or wish to go back to who you once were is because either you don’t like who you’ve become or you feel like you’ve failed your own expectations. Either way, that’s not something you can fix by praying or wishing to be your oldself.