Nostalgia borderlining on masochism.

We all loved something at some point that didn’t love us back. At least not on the same level.

Maybe because they didn’t know how to. Or they weren’t capable. If the object of your affection was a person, the feeling might not have been reciprocated. Yeah that sucks.

If your like me and the object of your affection was an inanimate object (the city of Cleveland. We can discuss its liveliness later.) I lived there from the ages of 17 to 21. (The first time…) During what I have described as the the best years of my life. (if that’s true, I’m in so much trouble.) Specifically the year after I graduated high school and I thought I could’ve really spouted wings and flown. Was I delusional? Maybe. Young and naive? Absolutely. While high school was NOT the best time of my life. Nothing that involved school was…

Yet, like you or your hometown, your needs grew and evolved. As people do. You’re not wearing the same clothes as you did when you were 5 years old. Or maybe even 5 years ago. Cities also grow. Things usually grow for the better. Usually.

There’s absolutely nothing wrong with still having a fondness for the object of your affection. Same with giving them a second or possibly even a third chance. Odds are that’s why you gave it/them another chance.

Yet when you keep going back because of how fantastic things were during the good times. Because of the fun you had, love you felt and gave at the beginning of the relationship. Maybe even a couple years in. When it was going well, it was phenomenal. When things weren’t going good, YOWZA! that’s reason to be concerned. Especially if things went SOUR!

It’s wonderful to remember the good times. Nothing wrong with remembering the bad times. You do need to remember the bad times. So you don’t repeat them. If you can’t seem to get over the bad times, do yourself a favor and seek guidance for how. It is possible and there’s no shame in asking for help.

Asking for help it not a sign of weakness. It’s a sign of growth.

It’s nostalgic when you remember, want or even crave for the good times. The masochistic part comes in when the bad outweighs the good and you keep going back. (Or wanting to go back…)

Can you relate? Let me know in the comment section below.