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nostalgia and sentiments

Here is something kinda interesting. Throughout the day memories come (to me at least) seemingly without cause – out of the blue. These can be memories of things that I haven’t thought of since they occurred. That is strange in itself, but that isn’t the point. I don’t know if other people are like this, but memories of ordinary times/events take on a sentimental character, but only after an amount of time has passed. I can think of sitting at a cafe a year ago just like I often would do, but I now feel sentimental about it. Nothing extraordinary; I was just sitting alone drinking coffee. I feel nostalgic about the previous apartment I lived in, even though I didn’t really like it. What the hell is the point of all these sentiments and nostalgia? I don’t really know what it is that I’m even nostalgic about; it seems a little unwarranted. I can see how it could be some kind of psychological mechanism to make me feel good about my life, that every memory (except for the harrowing ones) fade back into a golden age. Not only that, but every memory has its own flavor, so to speak. By “sentiment” I mean the flavor or smell of the memory – a signature feeling of some kind. It is strange, on the one had these sentiments seem unique to each time/place, but at the same time I can’t really what is different about them, what is really different about these sentiments. Another thing that is strange is that I remember them as if that is how it felt to be there at that time, but I’m pretty sure that that isn’t what it felt like then. Likewise, I may one day remember the times I spent sitting on the floor with my computer on a stool, messing around on the internet like I am right now, and remember them fondly. But I don’t feel those sentiments right now. But what the hell are those additional sentiments that one feels when they look back on past times? There are times in the present that seem to approximate those nostalgic sentiments. I’m thinking of times like taking a walk at dusk in the spring on those first few days when it smells really amazing outside. Whatever, you know what I’m talking about.