u/Salt-Pepper1924

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Yesterday night I decided to watch Toy Story 3 with my family. I had already watched it a few years ago but this time it hit really hard. I’ve almost been crying all night and woke up with a heavy heart. I’ve been literally sobbing for hours and cannot stop. The final scene in which Andy gives his toys to Bonnie just kills something inside of me. I’ve always been scared of growing up although I‘ve become independent pretty soon. But thinking that I cannot do anything to stop time or to relive my childhood just breaks me. I‘m also very fond of my Alien plushie from the Toy Story franchise. I sleep with him every night and hug him dearly when I’m sad. It feels like he’s part of the family. But seeing the aliens left behind in the box by Andy literally shattered me. I don’t know what to do.

25F

Yesterday night I decided to watch Toy Story 3 with my family. I had already watched it a few years ago but this time it hit really hard. I’ve almost been crying all night and woke up with a heavy heart. I’ve been literally sobbing for hours and cannot stop. The final scene in which Andy gives his toys to Bonnie just kills something inside of me. I’ve always been scared of growing up although I‘ve become independent pretty soon. But thinking that I cannot do anything to stop time or to relive my childhood just breaks me. I‘m also very fond of my Alien plushie from the Toy Story franchise. I sleep with him every night and hug him dearly when I’m sad. He’s part of the family. But seeing the aliens left behind in the box by Andy literally shattered me. I don’t know what to do.

25F

Yesterday night I decided to watch Toy Story 3 with my family. I had already watched it a few years ago but this time it hit really hard. I’ve almost been crying all night and woke up with a heavy heart. I’ve been literally sobbing for hours and cannot stop. The final scene in which Andy gives his toys to Bonnie just kills something inside of me. I’ve always been scared of growing up although I‘ve become independent pretty soon. But thinking that I cannot do anything to stop time or to relive my childhood just breaks me. I‘m also very fond of my Alien plushie from the Toy Story franchise. I sleep with him every night and hug him dearly when I’m sad. He’s part of the family. But seeing the aliens left behind in the box by Andy literally shattered me. I don’t know what to do.

25F

Yesterday night I decided to watch Toy Story 3 with my family. I had already watched it a few years ago but this time it hit really hard. I’ve almost been crying all night and woke up with a heavy heart. I’ve been literally sobbing for hours and cannot stop. The final scene in which Andy gives his toys to Bonnie just kills something inside of me. I’ve always been scared of growing up although I‘ve become independent pretty soon. But thinking that I cannot do anything to stop time or to relive my childhood just breaks me. I‘m also very fond of my Alien plushie from the Toy Story franchise. I sleep with him every night and hug him dearly when I’m sad. But seeing the aliens left behind in the box by Andy literally shattered me. I don’t know what to do.

25F

Yesterday night I decided to watch Toy Story 3 with my family. I had already watched it a few years ago but this time it hit really hard. I’ve almost been crying all night and woke up with a heavy heart. I’ve been literally sobbing for hours and cannot stop. The final scene in which Andy gives his toys to Bonnie just kills something inside of me. I’ve always been scared of growing up although I‘ve become independent pretty soon. But thinking that I cannot do anything to stop time or to relive my childhood just breaks me. I‘m also very fond of my Alien plushie from the Toy Story franchise. I sleep with him every night and hug him dearly when I’m sad. He’s part of the family. But seeing the aliens left behind in the box by Andy literally shattered me. I don’t know what to do.

I have this one friend I met at University many years ago. Now we’re both 25, we both have fulfilling lives and jobs but live in two different cities, so we mostly keep in contact through calls and texting. I’ve always traveled a lot in my life but I’ve never made it my personality. She’s always lived in her hometown, but after working for a year in the States she has started travelling, and I’m really really happy for her. But everytime we’re on the phone she always brings up the same topic. Of course I don’t mind talking about something that makes you passionate (and that I love too). But rather than telling me about her own experiences and perceptions regarding the trip, she just brags about how open-minded she is, how she is better than everyone in her hometown, how people who never step out of their comfort zones bore her, how she could never be friends with someone who doesn’t want to discover the world and be independent and so on and so forth. As I said before I’ve always travelled ever since I was a kid and I’ve also lived abroad, so I don’t feel in any way attacked by her.
Instead she kind of puts me on the pedestal saying that talking to me is refreshing, as opposed to talking to people who come from her hometown (she lives in a bigger city now). I’m happy that she gets to see the world and that she’s taking fun in it, but honestly I’ve never felt the need to brag about my travelling. It’s just something that makes me happy and makes me feel enriched. If people ask me about the new culture I’ve learned about I’m very happy to share but that’s it. I kind of feel uncomfortable when all she does is put other people down and brag about how independent and self-driven she is, although she always travels with her boyfriend. Travelling is one of the most beautiful things you could experience on Earth, especially if it’s done with the people you love, but I don’t like her entitlement. Yes, people from small towns can sometimes be limited by their own circumstances, but that doesn’t mean I choose my friends based on how much they travel. People choose their own path, and we don’t have to like the same things to be redeemed as “worthy” of friendship. I have friends who love travelling and questioning their life paths as I have friends who are content with their lifestyle in smaller towns and I love them just the same. I love ambitious people too but that’s it. Anyways I still like her as a friend of course. Although I have the feeling that the more you feel the need to brag about something, the more you feel howl inside. 

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I've flown a lot in my life. I've always loved travelling, and always got emotional on planes, as I think I've associated them with travelling. But I've always felt something more, something weird and unexplainable. Ever since I was younger I always felt myself weirdly connected to the sky. I love everything about it, as many people do. But I've always felt some kind of weird, "ancient" nostalgia around planes and flying. I don't know what it could be. I've also become a nervous flyer lately, so I find it even weirder that when I get on the ground I feel immediately nostalgic of flying. And I've also noticed that during certain periods of my life, for example during major changes, I always had dreams (or nightmares) of flying and planes in general. Of planes that couldn't take off, planes tearing apart in the sky in front of my eyes, delayed flights, death in the cabin induced by hypoxia. I also get highly envious and nostalgic of birds. I really hate evolution for not giving me my own wings to fly, lol. But sometimes I just get so sad about it. Has anyone felt this before?