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Originally Posted by innerspaceboy
One of my greatest faults is that I am so quick to dismiss cultures after my "time". (It's called being old.) After the whole living-in-asylums for the majority of the 90s, by the time I got out the world was entirely foreign to me.
Just think - when I went in, there were no cell phones and the web was just graduating from BBS-era dial up. The NES was the only system that mattered, grunge was a new concept, and Comedy Central hadn't been born yet.
When they let me out, mobile phones were the norm, Kurt was dead, and f***ing Friends happened. My experience was quite similar to Brooks' in Shawshank. Thankfully, instead of taking my own life, I just erased the rest of the world around me.
TL;DR I'm a cranky old coot who doesn't understand video games with more than 4 buttons.
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Hey, I can kind of understand. Growing up, after a certain point, I pretty much isolated myself from the rest of the world. I hated just about everyone and couldn't relate to them. Since I associated modern culture with the worst times of my life, I just sort of dove into retro things, especially movies and music. I despised the pop hits of my time, and didn't give a sh
it about Facebook or texting. Just like everyone else in the world, I had sh
it thrown at me that I had to learn to deal with. Never went to an asylum, though. Can't imagine what that must have been like.
I still tend to listen to retro music and watch older movies, but I like to think that I'm not so lost in yesterday that I'd miss the chance to experience things well worth experiencing, just because of their manufacturing date. Then again, it's our preferences and peculiarities that keep us happy, and who am I to tell someone what ought to make them happy.
tl;dr I'm an old coot too, man. You do whatever makes you happy. But if you ever wanna get into Ps2/Gamecube games and need somes recs, I'm on that sh
it.