It feels like we've hit a plateau in terms of pop culture.
Music and styles from 25 years ago still hold up. I have a hard time verbalizing the feeling I get over it but I never see anyone talk about it.
It feels like with the internet it homogenized everything and froze things at that moment in time or something - like a troubled adult whose emotional development is stunted at the moment they experienced trauma.
Movies w/ a budget are now for a global audience, etc.
World is flat and we've been pulled down to the level of all the foreigners crying over Michael Jackson and flashing the peace sign. Appearing like prepubescent, simple children. All personified by our banana republic despot buffoon.
My wife has passed away. It was peaceful and, given this year's trajectory, probably about the best end we could have hoped for. I've been trying to come to terms with this for seven years so, despite my usual self-trash-talking, I know I've done everything I possibly could and feel at peace with this...horrible horrible saga. The bad kind of brain cancer, for anyone who didn't know.
Among the walking around irl people I'm acquainted with, there's this expected/projected sense of tremendous long-term grief and emptiness and expecting an almost monklike phase of solitude for a couple of years and maybe eventually put myself back out there someday. Meanwhile, back in my less asinine idiot reality I'm not looking to enter anything serious, at all, but I do want to re-enter the world of living, being social, and making contact with the opposite sex (with my dick). I'll probably eventually get around to googling how the young people manage this culture of casually hooking up, but for now any tidbits you guys want to throw at me would be appreciated.
Otherwise I'm going from a life of extreme limitations to essentially none, where I can do whatever I want but don't really have any idea what I want. Looking to spend some time travelling like europe or one of those beautiful national parks you bastards have been enjoying seemingly every mother****ing year.
There is a sense of relief, but mentally this is quite hard for me. My wife, my life partner, my best friend; essentially I lost all that seven years ago and never had the time to grieve it because I was busy trying to deal with this nightmare. Along the way I lost my dogs, my hobbies, my parents, my career, my money, my thirties, and most of my mojo. Gotta tell ya; if I was one of you little girls I'd probably be worried about this, but pretty sure I'll be fine. Just a long way to go.
I'm happy you get to regain your sense of independence and life. From everything you posted here, it seemed like an incredible burden to deal with for seven years.
Just go get your life back. Figure out what you want to do and just do it. Travel, go to bars, go to concerts, get on dating apps or hookup apps. Admit you're not looking for anything serious right now and you don't have to explain that to anybody. You've dealt with putting your life on hold for 7 years. Go do you man.