Nostalgia Magic

February 15th, 2021

Starring: A & B (Millenial-ish)

The kitchen of B’s childhood home, evening.  A and B are digging into a plate of slice and bake sugar cookies, fresh out of the oven.  

B

A little crispy, no?

A

We overbaked them a bit.  But I don’t mind it.

B

They’re not as good as I remembered.

A

They’ve never been.

B

So why did we think they were?

A

Nostalgia magic.

B

Is that a real concept?

A

It’s what I call it.  I’ve gone back and tried Lunchables, Yu-Gi-Oh, Lizzie McGuire, Harry Potter.  None of them were that good.  Even then, they weren’t.  But since they hold childhood significance, they get sensationalized in our brains.

B

I feel that.  Like a veil’s lifted.  

It kind of hurts.  

A

Yeah.  It’s like a bad breakup with your old self.  But it’s part of evolution.  

B

I wonder if it’s like that with not culture things.

Like...people.

Like in third grade my teacher was having a baby so we had a full semester substitute.  And everyone loved her, like, more than the actual teacher.  So did I.

But then we would do those all-addition or all-multiplication speed sheets in class and I would be so slow, and she would get like...really fixated on me?

There was one month where like twice a week she kept me in the room while everyone else went to lunch.  She gave me another sheet, and she wouldn’t let me go to lunch until I finished.  And I was so slow that it would take me most of the hour, so by the time I was done lunch was almost over and I never ended up eating that much.

And I was cool with it.  I just let it happen because she was nice.  

But like...she wouldn’t let me eat.  

...

I’ve never really thought about that.  Until I guess...now

A

Shit.

That’s like...trauma.  Capital T-Trauma.

B

Yeah

Freaking nostalgia magic.

B thinks through it.  A is unsure of what to exactly do.  Luckily, B breaks the silence:

B

You know what I bet breaks the rule…?

A

What?

B opens the fridge and removes the remaining log of cookie dough.  B takes a knife and cuts off two round hunks, handing one to A.  B holds theirs up, as a toast.

B

Well...here’s to uncovering abuse.

A

And Salmonella.  

B

Bottoms up

They “cheers” cookie doughs and shove them in their mouths.  They chew.  

A’s eyes widen.  B just smiles.

A

Woah

Woahhhhh

B

Yep

Still holds up.

END OF PLAY

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