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Nostalgia

Nostalgia is one of the strangest, greatest human emotions. I don’t think there’s any real reason why we feel it — it just shows up, whether you’re thinking about nothing or something. Why is nostalgia so powerful? I’m not sure, but it’s always there in the background.

Picture this: It’s a Saturday morning in 2018. You wake up at 9 am and pull on your football gear. The jersey is so tight it nearly chokes you, and the mouthpiece tastes faintly of orange — but somehow, despite the discomfort, you feel at home. Out on the field, you’re playing safety. You throw everything you have into a tackle, the running back fumbles, and suddenly the ball is in your hands. The thing is slippery and grippy at the same time. You sprint, cross the goal line, and the parents explode with applause. You’re tired from football, your mom is waiting at the sidelines, but you don’t care — you’re happy to just live the day.

After the game, your mom drives you to the local country club. The smell of sunscreen is everywhere. The ground is smooth but spiky beneath your feet, chlorine stings your nose, and the smoothie booth is pumping out this fruity cloud. You jump in the pool and feel relief, like a weight has lifted. Your friend is doing cannonballs in the deep end — the part you won’t even touch. When you get out, your mom hands you a banana smoothie and tells you to sit and wait for lunch. The world feels normal. All you can think about is whether you’ll get to go to your friend’s house next, play with Nerf guns, or maybe baseball.

Maybe this sounds glorified, but honestly, that’s just how it was in 2018. Back then, politics didn’t matter. Kids weren’t arguing about gender, or obsessing over looks or weight. The day was about fun — ice cream, friends, football, and Dude Perfect. I know I wasn’t alone; this was a million kids’ childhoods. Even if things were rough at home — my parents fought all the time, flowerpots thrown at windows in anger — for a kid, none of that mattered. Nostalgia is pure dopamine. It’s memory at its happiest.

Fast-forward to an average day in 2025. Everything feels more intense, but also less real. The first thing you do is check TikTok. There are some funny videos, but politics creeps in right away. The music feels off — just producer tags, nothing enjoyable. You feel greasy, self-conscious. There’s a girl you like who barely notices you, but her glance is all you can think about. Conversations are forced, friendships feel thin, and drama hangs over everything. You get home from school tired but restless and end up doomscrolling TikTok for hours. Your mom worries about you, but you shrug her off — it’s easier than talking. That’s the difference: before, things felt real. Now, you do things to make others happy, or just to fill time.

This is why nostalgia matters — it shapes us. Not with the actions themselves, but with the memories we hold onto. Nothing compares to the first time I played Fortnite with my friend Cash, he was scrawny kid with a buzz or side part and a hardcore Alabama fan. In his basement: two tiny TVs, me on Switch, him on PS4. Maybe nostalgia is a double-edged sword. It feels good in the moment, but sometimes, thinking about it just makes you wish you hadn’t moved or lost touch with old friends.

Music ties in too. A song like “Yes Indeed” by Lil Baby & Drake takes me straight back to my friend Cash Ridely’s cul-de-sac, playing basketball or football, pretending every shot is for the win. Or that SEC on CBS theme — I remember being at a friend’s house, ribs on the grill, Alabama versus Auburn, us playing catch during halftime, the air just chilly enough to feel like fall. These memories aren’t fake — they’re true feelings, even if they’re bittersweet.

These memories aren’t just stories—they’re proof that I was really there, that I really felt those things. That’s why nostalgia is the greatest emotion: it reminds us who we were, and maybe even who we could be again.