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My ex-wife it’s been six years since she left. She cheated on me, got knocked up and took off with the boyfriend.
She was super religious. She treated me like garbage but she prayed all the time.
All this time and sometimes I think of her coming back. I know better but my heart doesn’t.
Reddit.
Being able to eat, like, 8 meals a day and not feel like shit that night or the next day.
At some point my metabolism finally started to slow down.
I had the “hollow leg” of my youth clear into my 40s. But by 45 I could feel it noticeably collapsing, and by the age of 50 it was almost completely gone.
In my late 20s I polished off 7 full racks of ribs in one sitting. These days I have trouble getting completely through one full rack.
The amount of times I tried to download a tv show on limewire and it was just bestiality...
Do I miss physical gaming magazines? Yes, yes I do
Were they awful? Content wise, no, I actually believe transitioning to web magazines turned the whole industry into a shit show
I loved the game posters that came folded into the magazines.
So what was bad about them?
Well they pushed you too collect them.
That amount of paper cannot possibly be good for the environment
The Gameboy Advance. Fuck you. It was like a mini Super Nintendo in your hand. Suck my dick. Fuck you.
I'm laughing and I don't even understand the random hostility in this image LOL.
It's a quote from a YouTube person (Liam, of the old Super Best Friends channel)
.... Edited atop an actual GBA magazine advert cuz that's funny.
Life before cellphones and internet.
Did you know in 1990 only .25% of the world’s population (12.5 million) had cellphones and only .05% (2.8 million) had internet?
It feels like we sacrificed local community and connection for global information overload and disconnection sometimes.
GenX, here. You are so very, very wrong. Phones and internet have made anxiety disorders endemic. We’re constantly bombarded with information, alerts, opinions, information and misinformation…
Young people have never experienced what it’s like to have privacy. To leave the house and be totally unreachable. To get answering machine messages that you had no obligation to immediately respond to.
I’m in big tech and helped develop all this shit. We made it addictive on purpose. I’d love to go back to how things were in the 90s, and I’m not waxing nostalgic. Things were objectively better before all this crap.
Been talking about this a lot lately. Older millennial here. I loved that brief little slice of time I got to experience, when DSL / cable was around and no longer "pay by the minute" and someone answering a phone wouldn't kick you off.
Web pages loaded fast enough. They were fine. Downloads? Just be patient. No problem. WoW and friends, Unreal Tournament, Battlefield 2142, all ran just fine.
But mostly...
I miss when the Internet was a place you went all its own, it wasn't everywhere, it wasn't inside of literally everything. You had to "visit" it. Logging on meant you could also log off. It didn't follow your every move.
Handheld game consoles were still airgapped, the main ones had it optional.
People had blogs for fun, they used the web to express themselves and share ideas and stupid subcultures and memes. It didn't "matter."
It wasn't "the commercial internet." It was just The Web. It was somewhere else.
Everything wasn't built on inescapable addiction algorithms that follow you everywhere, and have already your shadow identity shared to innumerable servers because someone knows someone who used one of those services and you were in a group picture once.
For the younger kids, there was a time when your entire life from birth wasn't shared without your consent for the world to see. (How many people really understood privacy?)
Disconnecting now feels more impossible than ever, it takes a huge effort not unlike fasting, and mental overload is the norm.
So much of it is just corporatized, weaponized, and predatory.
I'm a millennial who's old enough to remember those days. It's an absolutely huge difference, though at least if you're expecting a phone call, you don't have to scuttle your whole day sitting by the landline.
I miss old PC Games from the early 90's.
I've reinstalled all that I remember and they sucked, but back then, they didn't.
One of my friends found his old Gamecube with a copy of 007! So of course we had to have all the boys over to have a little tournament complete with 2 liter sodas and chips and cheap pizza.
Man I forgot how rough around the edges those earlier FPS games really were. They were super bare bones, with janky at best controls, and mediocre hit registration. At least the maps were still good.
Orbitz, a novelty beverage with little floaty gummy spheres
Tasted terrible, looked disgusting but I loved the look, texture and sensation. Haven't found anything yet that matches
There’s always boba.
Oh and there’s these Aloe Vera drinks I get at gas stations that have Aloe pulp in them that I’m pretty sure 99% of people would think are nasty as fuck BUT they’re so good imo. You can chew the pulp or just crush it with your tongue in your mouth. I wish I knew what they’re called but I only get them occasionally cuz I don’t like to drink my calories. But they come in a square green bottle
1990s internet. Yeah it had to start somewhere and a lot of them were butt-ugly for design. Now 2000s internet up until roughly 2009, that's the shit.
I always thought whatever generation comes next will have it so good, because the i ternet is fast and well developed and shit. But no, the internet actually peaked in 2000. With all the ads now, it's barely usable anymore. Does anyone remember when you would go to a website and not immediately click it away because it's just a clickbait ad filled minefield?
I remember websites having links to other websites that weren't really affiliated and that being as effective as an searches. You clicked through the internet like it was a file folder system managed by thousands of html authors playing the telephone game.
Ooh! Remember what was the original premise of Google's PageRank? A site was classified as more valuable if other sites linked to it. ...I have no idea exactly what they do nowadays, because clearly search engines have every reason to be suspicious of people linking to other sites.
My alcohol addiction
Especially in our current timeline. My alcoholic tendencies are at an all time high. Sigh.
But damn it feels better than being sober and seeing the idiotic timeline come to pass.
I felt this one in my bones.
Phish tours
Kid Cuisine
A buddy of mine owned a video game store that I worked at for a bit. The pay was crappy and the hours were unstable and random, but I do miss working there.
If I could have any job from my youth it'd be the go kart track.
It was actually a ton of physical work, people were just as shitty back then as they are now, I got paid less than minimum wage ($5/hr in cash compared to $7.something in taxable income so it wasn't too bad) and the owners were this crazy white-trash couple who screamed and yelled at everyone including customers.
But damn man that job was so much fun. I miss running tournaments and hanging out with the regulars and fixing karts and getting almost unlimited free track time.
Connecting to dialup and listening to computers scream at each other over the phone line.
Working in a bar
I love people. I'm a people-person, but I kno know that I am remembering it through rose-tinted lenses
Most customers were average, a few were great, a fair number were dicks
But the hours, the late nights, the cost to my own social life, the lousy pay, the inability to eat normal meals at normal times, all of that shit takes a toll
But I still have some fond memories and occasionally think about opening a bar with my woman
Oh, and I was running a place with a long-term partner. Doing that shit was the final nail in the coffin of our relationship, so fuck that...
The smell of leaded gasoline.
The smell of a fine cigar: I quit smoking 14 years ago but I miss that.
And I'm 200% sure they were awful.
I was an 80’s kid, and we had the best Saturday morning cartoons.
Transformers, GI Joe, Scooby Doo, Thundar the Barbarian, Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends, Superfriends, Hurculoids, etc.
Windows XP.
A security nightmare, had more unfinished backends than a plexiglass gloryhole.... But goddamn could that machine run
Like many others have said, the old, lost internet was really something special. Every website was crude and janky, poorly formatted for some specific resolution that you weren't using, and both animated clipart and midis were exciting to collect. There were websites dedicated to them. My brother and I used to fill folders on our desktop with sparkling or flaming banners, signs that read "Under Construction" and more. Same with midis. I'll never forget the first time I discovered Sublime's Santaria in midi form. It may have been my first favorite song.
I wish I could properly articulate what that all felt like. It was a similar feeling to collecting Pokémon cards as a kid. Everything was just a neat spectacle on the mid-90s internet. Then over time, as everything modernized and monetized, it lost that weird magic and became what it is today. I can't remember the last time I gave a shit about exploring a website. I no longer come across spooky animated images of a skeleton peering out of murky water and excitedly tuck it away for future viewing pleasure. The entire thing sucks now, but it probably sucked then, too.
Windows 3.1 and running dual nodes of TAG BBS.
My first vehicles as an adult in the mid to late 90s. Objectively cheap used jalopies that I bought for a few hundred dollars but were loved because they were mine.
My first car was a 1981 Dodge Aries K-Car. The front bumper got ripped off by a guy running with no headlights while I was delivering pizzas and I literally just threw the bumper on the back seat and continued on with my deliveries, then went to my local pick-a-part and took a replacement off a different one and bolted it on myself. You just couldn't kill it.
I eventually replaced it with an 1984 Sentra that I bought at auction. I called it the "relationship killer" because the passenger door didn't open from the outside so there was no way to "open the door for your date to get in first", and half the time it didn't go into reverse, so since my dates didn't know how to drive standard transmissions, they were the one that had to push us out of parking spaces. It honked when turning left for some reason.
My point being, when things were wrong with them, they were cheap enough that you could just go to the local pick-a-part and get replacement parts. If it wasn't starting for some reason, you could stick a screw driver in the carburetor valve to give it more air. You could "own" and "tinker" on those things in ways that doing so in a new car would terrify us.
