Historical Feels

Last one died.

>you will never be a bounty hunter in the wild west known and feared for only taking your bounties dead

You know I've always tried to stray from the whole, for lack of better term, "le wrong generation" mindset, but I always have found a calling to it. Sometimes when I see an old picture, I get this weird pang of nostalgic sadness that I just can't explain. What is it that compels guys like us to this way of thought? Is it the fact that we are historians at heart, that we want more than anything to witness these dates and places we've spent so much time thinking about? Is it that we never quite fit in in our times, and in some way, we think that we are better suited for another time? Perhaps, those times really were better. I know this is probably not true, but don't we all sometimes get that feeling that the romanticism is dead in the modern era? Don't you sometimes feel like you're living in those last few turns of a game of Civilization where you've set all your cities to autocomplete, and are just biding time for your spaceship to Alpha Centauri to finish, all of your battles fought, all of your struggles finished, all of your glories won? We feel cheated by this fact, that there were so many interesting times in the world, but our own lives are so boring (the fact that this is probably our own doing being so lost on us).

In the end, I think what it really comes down to is our existential dread. We are all so afraid of our lives being pointless. That we lived for nothing, that we accomplished nothing, and that we, for whatever reason, missed out on all of the adventures of life that we should have set out on. There is a comfort from this fear in looking backwards. We know how their stories end, there is no other way they could go. Deep down, we long for the comfort of that, that we could free ourselves from the shackles of free will, and exist in a story that we already know the end of, instead of blazing our own story in our own world. Anyway, those are just some thoughts I've had.

btw sweet dubs bro

>wild west
Wasn't wild. If you'd like, we can go over this again and you can get thoroughly btfo again.

This is exactly how I feel. Thanks for sharing user.

Nice dubs to you also

Fine

>you will never be a bounty hunter in the Westward Expansion known and feared for only taking your bounties dead

There, happy?

I've honestly never seen someone put those thoughts together so well, but that's how it is for me too.

I missed this, why wasn't it wild?
Outlaws, Injuns, sounds like a regular 'ole hoedown to me.

I have an inexplicable recurring dream where it's night in the desert and I'm sleeping in some kind of yurt in the Middle East hundreds of years ago surrounded on the floor by dozens of my brothers / sisters / relatives and I'm the only one awake. There's some soft light and it's very warm and I just stare at the walls making out images of colorful rugs and shining ornaments while listening to my family's collective breathing. In reality I'm an only child that grew up in upstate NY. Reading about the histories of certain times and small places fills me with a sense of conviviality and I guess this dream about being surrounded by a huge intimate family reflects that.

R u me

>you will never be in a cavalry charge

why the fuck do I even go on

>you will never vacation in pre-communist Havana

>You will never be a Bedouin shepard boy

>known and feared for only taking your bounties dead
Seems like a bad idea desu. A lot of people would probably surrender when given the chance, instead you're forcing them to fight for their lives.

I'm sure you weren't constantly fighting or otherwise interacting with outlaws and indians.

It's like in the future someone watches a movie about a gang turf war in some urban center and assumes that people were walking around with TEC-9s and shooting each other from cars all of the goddamn time.

>you will never be in a naval gun battle

>ywn be a rich Victorian era nobleman going on a safari in the colonies with some of your close friends accompanied by a black guide who speaks pidgin English and whom you pay in pigs at the end of your journey

>ywn ride the plains of Mongolia with your tribe and take women captive, then eventually she falls in love with you via Stockholm syndrome and you have many beautiful young steppe bastards

>ywn be a paperboy in down town 1920s New York, run away from home and hitchhike on trains to go out west and start a profitable mining business in Colorado as your son comes back home wounded from the war

but user, you just might be able to. give it 10-20 years when the us and cuba normalize

>ywn be a young US factory worker in the early 1910s, struggling to support your new wife and coming children as you labor in atrocious conditions for hours and hours for shit pay
>ywn watch friends and acquaintances get fired because of a surplus or injury and end up begging on the streets, half-starved
>ywn be drinking away your sorrows one night, when a friend invites you to a socialist meeting tomorrow, though you're not even sure what socialism is
>ywn attend and watch with fascination as the speaker describes a world free from hunger, exploitation, and misery, where the worker owns the fruits of his labor and all men are equal and free
>ywn join the socialist party, return home and tell your wife everything
>ywn campaign fiercely to win others to your cause, happy now that you have something to fight for
>ywn rejoice with all of your comrades at the revolution in Russia, sure that this is the final conflict that will bring world world revolution and usher in the new world
>ywn be a bit disappointed that this does not happen, but nevertheless join the newly formed CPUSA
>ywn take a job at the Daily Worker and then become a ComIntern functionary
>your relationship with your wife will never become strained as she believes you are neglecting them for your work at the party
>ywn hear rumors of a great famine in the Soviet Union, but brush them off as Bourgeoisie lies
>ywn become somewhat dissatisfied with being forced to print article after article denouncing anyone and anything that deviates from the official and constantly changing line as fascist
>ywn begin to feel like a puppet of Moscow
>ywn nevertheless volunteer for the International Brigades when the Spanish Civil War breaks out
>(cont)

>ywn return, disheartened both by defeat and by the awful way in which the NKVD suppressed and murdered other socialist movements and tendencies, to find your wife has left you with the kids
>ywn be broken-hearted but refuse to surrender your vision of that glorious new world without starvation or slavery
>ywn be shocked when the USSR signs a pact with the Nazis
>ywn, with a sick feeling, dutifully print the NEW party line that Communists are to no longer campaign against Fascism
>ywn watch with horror as the Red Army invades the Baltic states, murders thousands, and forcibly annexes them all justified by obviously forged plebiscites
>then change the line again when Germany invades the USSR
>ywn fight in the war to destroy fascism
>ywn try to convince yourself that Soviet Russia is still the future and hope of the global proletariat
>ywn watch in disbelief as the true scope of Stalin and the Soviet regime's crimes are revealed
>ywn resign from the Daily Worker and leave the party
>ywn remember the days of your youth, beating off cops and strikebreakers, singing the internationale with your comrades, certain of the new world you were promised
>ywn wonder if this, oppression, mass murder, labor camps, and terror, is what you fought for
>ywn watch as the USSR invades Hungary and crushes their nascent revolution
>ywn realize that the Soviet Union has become a parody of itself, destroying the very thing it was built to protect
>ywn curse yourself for ever having been foolish enough to believe in a better world or that there could ever be anything worth fighting for
>ywn think of all you've paid, stints in jails, beatings by cops, scorn for your political beliefs, and the loss of your family
>all for a lie
>ywn die alone, a broken, bitter old man filled with cynicism and scorn for the youth and the hope you once had.

It's a long and specific feel.

>You'll never be a detective in the 1940s and 50s in LA investigating the death of a famous movie star
What's the point? All I wanna do is listen to jazz on a rainy LA night while I connect the pieces of a murder

He's a retard, he'll never be happy.

This is a terrible pasta

Why user...You just made me depressed...Fuck my life.

>tfw u will never fight in Gallipoli

>rain
>LA
choose one

I live in LA bud, it often rains during fall and spring

Why do you think in Noir movies it's often raining? It rains in LA more than you'd think

>ywn be the sickly, withdrawn, lonely daughter of a European nobleman
>ywn spend all of your time in your room reading and shit
>ywn get passed over by young men because you're so skinny and bad at social functions
>ywn meet a qt peasant girl during a trip to the countryside
>she will never take you running through fields and forests, fishing in creeks, climbing trees, sit around a fire while she tells you folk tales in her cute dialect, then sleep in the fresh air under the stars
>ywn feel truly alive for the first time
>ywn fall in love
>ywn elope and start a new life, knowing no one would ever accept your love

>you will never be a young homosexual man in 1920s New York or San Fransisco
>you will never get to enjoy anonymous, unprotected sex with other men without the risk of HIV/AIDS
>you will never marry a woman to keep up appearances
>you will never get to beat her with absolute impunity when she questions where you go so late in the evenings and why you've never attempted to make love with her since your wedding night
>you will never spend the best years of your life basking in this Golden Age of untrammeled hedonism

>ywn find out she's cheating on you
>ywn beat her even harder, then find her lover and beat the shit out of him, even though you don't actually care just for kicks

>ywn Get to fight in WWII in an actual conventional war that isn't disastrous like recent guerilla warfare wars

>you will never while away your twenties in a hotel in tangier with other european writers and intellectuals, getting drunk as shit every night

>Wasn't wild.

Have you by chance read Blood Meridian?

>you know never pursue the Man in Black across the barren wastes

>you and your ka-tet will never reach the Tower


Smh

Nice dubs and my life is very similar to yours. Its interesting how Veeky Forums attracts this type of people not seen on other boards.

ywn witness and fight for the rise and fall of the third reich

>ywn discover the wonders of human body in depth probably for the first time in history

>You will never assault turks at night, instilling fear into them

>ywn have read the major works of the enlightenment as a ten years old and spend hours upon hours in the newsstand of your 4th-grade-dropout self-educated jewish uncle in New york listening to all kinds of intellectual people visiting him and discussing politics and world affairs

>ywn be a dashing young cavalry officer
Why live tbqh

Just play LA Noire. Pretty good game

>ywn be a selous scout or part of the RLI

Great thread.
After reading The Drawing of the Dark, I just dream with the siege of Vienna
;_;

>ywn read stuff in Library of Alexandria and ask Hypatia questions
>ywn seek the Chinese scholars from the Hundred Schools for their wisdom
>ywn experience the Venice's Carnivals just before its downfall
>ywn witness George Washington swearing in as first President of America
>ywn witness the fervor and optimism on the streets of Paris of the early stages of French Revolution
>ywn witness the world's joy firsthand when America went to the moon

>ywn go crazy cause you just heard how some random italian captain arrived back from his travels with the news that there are actually two huge unexplored continents between Europe and India

That's the point. When they hear I'm coming for them they'd be like "shit, I'm fucked". Plus even if they would be worth more money alive it would be waste of time to take them alive since allot of the bad ones would hang anyways.

That was a nice read.

why is Veeky Forums lowkey the most patrician board?

>you'll never be an Allied intelligence officer or psychological operations scientist in the middle of World War II
>you'll never have a blank check to delve into the obscure and fascinating aspects of human behaviorism in order to make propaganda more effective, come up with ridiculously complicated assassination plans, sabotage the Nazi war effort, and expedite surrender
>you'll never be employed by an agency spending massive money on utterly bizarre projects all in the name of God and country, all naturally top-secret and cutting edge
>you'll never celebrate with the various hodge-podge of internationals in your specific sub-agency on V-E Day, and acknowledge the bittersweetness inherent to the fact that you'll never work in a collection of minds like this again

It's an abstract kind of feel.

>you will never sing the Battle Hymn of the Republic marching with your Union comrades

Educated userbase, occasionally dense yet approachable subject matter, and vigilance towards /pol/ and /leftypol/ cancer.

>ywn attend cambridge in the good ol' days before they let women in and you could walk down any street without A MILLION FUCKING RIDICULOUSLY HANDSOME YOUNG GUYS ASKING IF YOU WANT TO GO PUNTING I FUCKING LIVE HERE I'M NOT SOME ASIAN TOURIST FUCK OFF REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>ywn join the SS to impress your gf
>ywn discover a type of comradery you've never known before
>ywn guard your beloved leader as he gives the most riveting speeches
>ywn get compliments on your uniform every day
>ywn get accused of gassing jews in a place with no gas chambers
WHY LIVE?!

pol is down the road to your left

>You will never be a bounty hunter

There are still licensed bail enforcement dudes if that's really your dream.

>You will never be John Donne reluctantly taking on a political appointment as a priest to support your abstract poetry career

*Far right

>Educated userbase

Yet I doubt there are any published historians here

>ywn be a Jewish family in spain forced out from your homeland under threat of death in the same year he departs because your queen is a megabitch who hates your people

idk why but sometimes I get given the "past life" bs for my fascination with the first world war and Edwardian crap

>ywn have friendly wars with your neighbours for honour and glory
>ywn be a self made merc enlisting with an armed force with your brand new gamberson and kettle helmet

Are you me?

>tfw thousands of years from now humanity will have colonized the universe
>tfw a Napoleon figure will rise and launch the greatest war in humanity's history in a quest to rule the stars
>ywn be a participant or even just a civilian witnessing the war
>tfw you were born too soon to witness the greatest chapter in human history
>tfw future historians won't give a shit our time

Good.

I don't want to be a murderer

Then don't be one

Move to LA.
Buy murder mysteries. A lot of them.
Read on rainy days.
Done.

>you will never follow the prophet Muhammad as he begins his conquest of the Levant as his first and most faithful servant
>your faith will never be tested in the desert
>you will never drop the bomb on Hiroshima
>you will never assist Makhno as he sets about reordering the social structure of the Ukraine, abolishing the state, currency, and class before resisting Bolshevik offensives
>you will never march on Paris, advancing alongside a valiant German army high on Russia's collapse into civil war
>you will never amass a revolutionary christian movement, tens of millions strong, against the corrupt Manchu led Qing Dynasty because you dreamed Jesus told you to
>you will never shoot Franz Ferdinand

just