Hello, My Name is Anna and I'm a Nostalgia Addict
But could my guilty pleasure help my writing?
I don’t read enough books. I don’t. I also don’t write enough books. I don’t. Why? Because I spend too much time doom-scrolling on my phone, that is, looking through reels on Instagram, scanning my timeline on Facebook, sending memes to my friends.
Mark Zuckerberg, you’ve got me, you have achieved your goal, you have made me less productive than I was before you came along almost two decades ago. You have got rich on my procrastination. I wonder what I might have been if you and your friends hadn’t created social media? Could I have been your boss by now? We shall never know.
My current addiction – and hence the headline – are those nostalgia pages on Facebook. Have you seen them? 70s 80s Kids UK, 80s Memory Lane, Back to the Eighties etc etc. I can lose whole evenings to them.
“Ooh, I had that Care Bears wallpaper!”
“Oh, I can still smell those crumbly, foil-wrapped bath cubes that came in my Sindy vanity case…”
“Ooh deeley boppers/tinsel wigs/lametta on the Christmas tree/soap-on-a-ro…