I have a problem with nostalgia. I’m addicted to it, but it’s never enough.

Most of what I do is dedicated to the pursuit of that drug, to experience that particular high. I play ancient videogames in the hope that they make me feel how I felt playing them in the 80s or 90s. I watch old movies for the same reason. I listen to old music, or music that sounds like old music, trying to evoke the spirit of a time long gone. If I could live in a world where the TV played nothing but He-man and Thundercats and Mysterious Cities of Gold, I would…

But over the last few years I’ve come to realise that this dogged pursuit of the past is a futile endeavour. Beyond fleeting moments of glorious recognition, I never end up feeling how I felt back then. And why would I? How you feel at a particular time is as much a result of the person you are as it is a response to the thing you are doing.

As an increasingly grumpy nearly-50-year-old, I am a very different being to the awkward 13-year-old I was in 1988. These days, I worry more about retirement plans and interest rates than I do about homework and unrequited love. I am the Ship of Theseus, in which every part of me has been replaced multiple times. My reactions to things are dulled, more refined, more cynical. Not worse, just different.

Back then, I felt like I was leading the vanguard of something genuinely new. Every ZX Spectrum game felt like a voyage into the unknown, a private world that few people knew or cared about. This feeling was heightened by scarcity. I saved pocket money for months just to afford a new game. Whether the game was any good or not was less important than finding something in that game to last me till the next far off purchase. That paucity of novelty caused me to find aspects of a game to enjoy, because I had no other choice.

These days, I have too much choice. I have devices filled with every game across multiple decades, shelves filled with cartridges I’ll probably never bother to play. Novelty in abundance, and no incentive to make those precious connections.

And maybe I’ve seen too much? How can I be wowed by the undulating roads of Outrun or Super Hang On when I’ve driven every part of Liberty City or San Andreas? How can the freedom of Tir Na Nog thrill me when I’ve walked for days in Azeroth or Tamriel?

Even worse, I’ve realised that the nostalgia I crave is often not even my own.

I don’t crave the 80s of North East England, all social deprivation and baggy jumpers, the 80s of my actual youth. Instead, I crave the cartoon-ish 80s of the movies I grew up on. I crave NES culture, or long summer nights with chirping insects outside the window, falling asleep in front of a black and white movie marathon, the pink and purple sunsets of a caricature that this narcotic industry has created.

I’ve realised that the pursuit of nostalgia will never give me what I crave, so I’m trying to change.

I’m trying make a conscious effort to enjoy things for what they are, not what they remind me of. I play games because a 48 year old man wants to play them, not a 13 year old boy. I try to make new connections and associations, rather than rekindle old ones. Elden Ring - sure, that reminds me of the year I got married! Super Mario World - ah yes, the time I took a week off work to get all 96 exits and watch SDGQ! I try to generate new nostalgia, rather than wallow in old.

Most of all, I try to accept that nostalgia is a drug best enjoyed in unexpected moments of recognition, rather than as a constant hunt.

What about you? Do you have your nostalgia craving under control? Or do you still seek those glorious and elusive highs?

  • GlennMagusHarvey
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    1 year ago

    I definitely value (the memory of) those really satisfying/gratifying/momentous/touching/etc. moments that I experienced certain things, including (but not limited to) games. Like that time I finally beat Sabrina’s Alakazam with an underleveled Pikachu in Pokémon Blue. (Even though I know full well today of just how wonky that game is, not to mention how what I “accomplished” can be boiled down to RNG.)

    But I think at some point I concluded that I can’t ever go back to feel exactly those same feelings. I’m not the same person, and I can’t experience those things anew again, knowing only the things I knew at the time.

    However, if I keep an open mind, if I try to avoid being too judgemental of the media I consume now and try to avoid comparing it to things I’ve played (or watched/read/etc.) before (this seems to be easier if I don’t hang out on social media too readily and thus have less need to try to coalesce my thoughts into something I can tell someone else), and instead let myself wish that the game (or other work) succeeds on taking me through the journey it wants to take me on…I find that I’m more able to appreciate things. I’ve personally never liked the attitude of people who were very judgemental and nitpicky about things, and I’m sorta the opposite – I want the creative work to succeed in making me feel things.

    That said, I still play games in older genres, not necessarily out of a desire for nostalgia, though – I just frankly feel more at home with genres I’m familiar with, where I don’t have to do as much work to learn a new set of controls, for example.

  • birlocke_@kbin.social
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    1 year ago

    As someone who doesn’t (or can’t) experience the feeling of nostalgia, this is fascinating. That such a simple act of playing certain games as a kid can make someone 20+ years later experience a set of emotions that makes them yearn for that time.

    For me going back to games from my childhood (SNES era) is either because they seem interesting now or because I never finished them back then (Secret Of Mana: one day I will finish you).

    I do wholeheartedly agree that nowadays we are massively spoiled for choice, in both the good (holy shit there’s so much good stuff that’s easy to get) and the bad (financial, choice paralysis).

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      1 year ago

      I’m equally intrigued by the idea of not experiencing nostalgia… :)

      I guess the root of it is yearning for a time when things were simpler, but also it’s an associative thing - you remember being happy/content, and you associate the context you were in with that feeling. I had a happy childhood, and I played a lot of games, so my mind links the two together.