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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2021 3:51:18 GMT
I like listening to organ music, so I naturally hear some religious songs here and there, and even some with the same tune as Psalter numbers. I came across a few songs like this the other night and went down a bit of a rabbithole and it all made me think of my days as an unwitting child growing up in the PRC. Family relations were all good, the W was president, school was what it was. The Red Wings were a dynasty. I would be curious to go back and spend a day in that world again, knowing what I know now. Part of me thinks I'd enjoy it and the other thinks I would be creeped out.
Does anyone else here have similar feelings? Finding themselves (almost) wishing they could go back and live those days of blissful ignorance again? lol
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Post by wewerepr on Apr 28, 2021 0:37:24 GMT
Blissful ignorance? No. Let’s not go back there. You would look around if you “went back” and would see all the infighting, the misplaced pride (not in God’s glory but in their own strivings and buildings, and plans), and the unhappy real people stuck in a Stepford Wives type cult. Nope. No nostalgia here.
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Post by midwestchristian on Apr 28, 2021 0:49:46 GMT
I married into the PRC, so there wasn't really a blissful ignorance stage for me. My wife was born and raised PR. She would never want to go back. I don't know that she looks back on much of anything with fondness, to be honest.
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Post by throwaway2018 on Apr 28, 2021 2:43:17 GMT
I like listening to organ music, so I naturally hear some religious songs here and there, and even some with the same tune as Psalter numbers. I came across a few songs like this the other night and went down a bit of a rabbithole and it all made me think of my days as an unwitting child growing up in the PRC. Family relations were all good, the W was president, school was what it was. The Red Wings were a dynasty. I would be curious to go back and spend a day in that world again, knowing what I know now. Part of me thinks I'd enjoy it and the other thinks I would be creeped out. Does anyone else here have similar feelings? Finding themselves (almost) wishing they could go back and live those days of blissful ignorance again? lol To be completely honest, the idea of having to go back in time back when I was PR makes me feel sick and suffocated. It’s the last thing I want. Idealistically, I would go back in time only for the opportunity to get myself out earlier so that I wouldn’t have internalized some of the sexism. Knowing myself back then though, I wouldn’t have listened to future me and I would have thought I was wacko. I don’t even miss the family relationships without tension - the absence of tension would just feel fake after all this time. Maybe in a few years I’ll start to romanticize it more. Right now it’s just too fresh I think. |
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Post by carmensandiego on Apr 28, 2021 3:43:14 GMT
I like listening to organ music, so I naturally hear some religious songs here and there, and even some with the same tune as Psalter numbers. I came across a few songs like this the other night and went down a bit of a rabbithole and it all made me think of my days as an unwitting child growing up in the PRC. Family relations were all good, the W was president, school was what it was. The Red Wings were a dynasty. I would be curious to go back and spend a day in that world again, knowing what I know now. Part of me thinks I'd enjoy it and the other thinks I would be creeped out. Does anyone else here have similar feelings? Finding themselves (almost) wishing they could go back and live those days of blissful ignorance again? lol To be completely honest, the idea of having to go back in time back when I was PR makes me feel sick and suffocated. It’s the last thing I want. Idealistically, I would go back in time only for the opportunity to get myself out earlier so that I wouldn’t have internalized some of the sexism. Knowing myself back then though, I wouldn’t have listened to future me and I would have thought I was wacko. I don’t even miss the family relationships without tension - the absence of tension would just feel fake after all this time. Maybe in a few years I’ll start to romanticize it more. Right now it’s just too fresh I think. I concur with the last sentence. Too fresh for me. |
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Post by cannalily on Apr 28, 2021 13:06:37 GMT
I like listening to organ music, so I naturally hear some religious songs here and there, and even some with the same tune as Psalter numbers. I came across a few songs like this the other night and went down a bit of a rabbithole and it all made me think of my days as an unwitting child growing up in the PRC. Family relations were all good, the W was president, school was what it was. The Red Wings were a dynasty. I would be curious to go back and spend a day in that world again, knowing what I know now. Part of me thinks I'd enjoy it and the other thinks I would be creeped out. Does anyone else here have similar feelings? Finding themselves (almost) wishing they could go back and live those days of blissful ignorance again? lol Every one in a while, I'll hear a hymn or psalter (I'm thinking of Monk's "abide with me") that reminds me of my cultish roots. For example, Titanic, the movie, had an old sea hymn. That's enough, though. I really don't yearn AT ALL for the cultish BS that I've come to completely reject. |
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Post by qazwsx on Apr 28, 2021 21:24:41 GMT
My first thought was just that I have nostalgia from when I was a kid. Family Fun Night at grade school, Church Leagues Softball tournament (I brought my dog with me when I was 13 and felt so proud of how well-behaved she was because I trained her myself), getting really into fashion and having an excuse to wear pretty dresses to church hat my high school fellow students wouldn't have accepted if I wore to school, Church Picnics... stuff like that. I even really looked forward to Young People's Convention when I was a teenager. Feeling a sense of belonging and having excuses to see your friends as a kid was really important to me growing up. I wish it was easier to find that same feeling again as an adult.
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Post by cannalily on Apr 29, 2021 12:18:31 GMT
My first thought was just that I have nostalgia from when I was a kid. Family Fun Night at grade school, Church Leagues Softball tournament (I brought my dog with me when I was 13 and felt so proud of how well-behaved she was because I trained her myself), getting really into fashion and having an excuse to wear pretty dresses to church hat my high school fellow students wouldn't have accepted if I wore to school, Church Picnics... stuff like that. I even really looked forward to Young People's Convention when I was a teenager. Feeling a sense of belonging and having excuses to see your friends as a kid was really important to me growing up. I wish it was easier to find that same feeling again as an adult. Give it time. You'll get there. I promise. |
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Post by freefromprc on Apr 30, 2021 10:12:53 GMT
I do miss the euphoric feeling of relief when the second sermon was done.
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Post by throwaway2018 on Apr 30, 2021 12:24:46 GMT
I do miss the euphoric feeling of relief when the second sermon was done. Lol best feeling ever. Especially if it was an afternoon service and it meant you had the whole rest of your Sunday to do things. |
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Post by questioneverything on Apr 30, 2021 12:28:32 GMT
I do miss the euphoric feeling of relief when the second sermon was done.  |
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Post by anon911 on May 3, 2021 0:25:39 GMT
Never ever. Nope. Nope. Nope.
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Post by anon911 on May 3, 2021 0:26:52 GMT
Never ever. Nope. Nope. Nope. Also- if you type ‘nope’ 3 times you start to question if it’s a real word and if you spelled it correctly |
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Post by wewerepr on May 3, 2021 0:46:29 GMT
My kids often feel nostalgic for the PRC school that they think they remember. To me that’s like being nostalgic for the carton of milk you got for lunch....you remember refreshing and cool but in reality it’s plastic and rather warm.
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Post by fellowhuman on May 3, 2021 14:16:23 GMT
Conventions and everyone around me feeling safe and predictable... singing in church and just feeling that high of awe and gratitude that is hard to equal alone and through quiet contemplation or poetry... having an easy system for universal approval within the group (just follow these rules) - it didn't mean people would like me, but at least I could be tacitly respected... just having an easy system for life in general, even though it was so wrong... when I was among the indoctrinated I didn't have to worry about speaking my mind... more potential connections than I could hope for, so long as I avoided certain taboos... the halo effect around my heroes being unaffected by the reality of their failures and humanity - it was the Holy Spirit working in them, so they retained an aura of divinity that is no longer a reality in my world... not feeling like an outcast from American culture, knowing that there was a group I fit into and played a role in... there's so so much. I cannot ever imagine being PR or Christian again, but I cannot pretend that there are not things to miss, at least from my experience.
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