>We're further away from 2000 than 2000 was from 1985
>Girugamesh was 7 years ago
>Myspace died over 8 years ago
>people born after 9/11 can already own a car and regularly have sex
>the original DS is 12 years old
I got my 1/4-life crisis at around 21, and again at 25.
now I'm 30 and I feel much better now than I did back then. As useless as it is to say, it really is all in your head brobot.
There is something that really leaves a deep pain in my stomach reflecting on the years past. It's a mix or regret and nostalgia. Regret because I have wasted years staring at glowing screens while I could have been living a more fulfilling life. I can lie to you and say that I preferred sitting on my ass while watching my character live a badass life killing monsters and exploring these beautiful virtual landscapes that I'll never physically be able to. But it seemed I had no other choice. All my friends were usernames and sounds that came from a machine. My prime was spent laboriously leveling up on a game I no longer have interest in. I could have put those years into something real like a instrument or making a name for myself in a shitty band. I probably would have never been famous, made a living on that craft, or be greeted by a roaring crowd. But at least when I grow elderly I would have been able to look back at those years and smile knowing I have spent my youth wisely.
It's kind of comforting knowing that you're below mediocre. All that stress of becoming someone great is lifted off your shoulders and you continue to waste your life as you are too far gone to try. The thumping on this keyboard and burning out retinas is my way of saying I submit. There was a time when I couldn't comprehend why someone would jump.