Nostalgia. A term I haven’t thought about in a long time up until I was prompted to write something on it for the STSC Symposium. It had been quite a shock. I am familiar with the feeling, but not only did I not think of this term, I did not have any nostalgia in a long time. When this word was originally proposed as a topic for the Symposium, it just piqued my curiosity to uncover the evolutionary purpose of this commonplace pattern of thought and emotion. As with anything else that influences us as a species, I immediately wanted to unveil its metaphysical and psychological implications through logic. After some consideration though, I was much more shocked about my personal lack of this relatively pleasant psycho-emotional state. That is because I had a wonderful childhood. It had been overshadowed by a less appreciated adolescence, to put it mildly. But how come I hardly ever think back on the wonderful experiences I had in my formative years? Apparently, it had been due to the fact of me having embarked on a long trip of trying to sort though the negative influences that shaped me in such a way that they diminished the expression of my potential and well-being. Negative psychology for the win.
Naively Neglecting Nostalgia
Naively Neglecting Nostalgia
Naively Neglecting Nostalgia
Nostalgia. A term I haven’t thought about in a long time up until I was prompted to write something on it for the STSC Symposium. It had been quite a shock. I am familiar with the feeling, but not only did I not think of this term, I did not have any nostalgia in a long time. When this word was originally proposed as a topic for the Symposium, it just piqued my curiosity to uncover the evolutionary purpose of this commonplace pattern of thought and emotion. As with anything else that influences us as a species, I immediately wanted to unveil its metaphysical and psychological implications through logic. After some consideration though, I was much more shocked about my personal lack of this relatively pleasant psycho-emotional state. That is because I had a wonderful childhood. It had been overshadowed by a less appreciated adolescence, to put it mildly. But how come I hardly ever think back on the wonderful experiences I had in my formative years? Apparently, it had been due to the fact of me having embarked on a long trip of trying to sort though the negative influences that shaped me in such a way that they diminished the expression of my potential and well-being. Negative psychology for the win.