B. Lorenzo Buckinchere
Feb 2, 2025
Welcome back to The Buckinchere Transcendence. Today is Sunday, February 2, 2025, my first article for 2025. I hope you all have had a restful and recuperative solstice, as did I. With that in mind, now is the time to get back on your purpose.
2025 is the year to honor your passions, whatever they may be. My personal goal for this year is to continue discussing existential ideas, especially as it pertains to social interactions within society, but with an added feature.
I will also be incorporating a monthly review of novels, short stories and other forms of creativity. The review will be posted on the last Sunday of each month, and I hope you all will thoroughly enjoy it. Now, on to the topic at hand.
Nostalgia is tempting. You leave your childhood hometown behind, along with all of its familiarities, and venture out into the world at large in pursuit of finding your purpose. At first, itâs really rough to get a leg in the door, but after a while, you kind of get the hang of it.
Your secret haters are exposed, you make friends along the way, and in the process of all these happenings, you finally figure out who you really are on an individual level, and you also discover your niche.
You have an awesome job in tech, a cool new ride, a swanky new pad, a hot new girlfriend, and more cash lying around than you thought was ever possible to see during a single lifetime, or so it feels to you based on where you are coming from. Things are going really great for you right now. As we say in Jamaica, âlife finally âgree wid yuh.â
After many years of hard work and discipline, you finally get a holiday weekend and decide to drive back to your hometown, just to visit your folks and see how everybody is doing.
Itâs been so long since you have last seen the folks back home, âI bet theyâd be really glad to finally see me again after all this time,â you think to yourself while packing your suitcase. âAnd I bet theyâd be proud to learn of my accomplishments.â Ah yes, nostalgia is tempting, isnât it?
You load up the car, pack some snacks for the long trip ahead, and drive six hours and three states away from your current city. When you get there, everybody is all smiles at first. Old grudges seem to be forgotten, and everybody seems really happy to see you again.
Of course they are! Itâs only the first night. But donât worry, the honeymoon will be over by morning, and even if old grudges really are forgotten, a new one is brewing under the surface, one that is deeper than you could ever imagine.
You suddenly find yourself constantly at odds with them. You are constantly walking on eggshells, unable to appease them, and they are constantly taunting you with it. You know itâs not really about the way you hold your fork to eat. But what did you do? Youâve only been back for one night after years of absence.
âWas it something I said? Is it because I missed Thanksgiving last year?â You wonder to yourself. Perplexed, you decide to visit some of your old high school buddies, hoping theyâd be different, but everybody and their brother is throwing shade your way. You finally decide to visit your ex, and sheâs the worst of them all. Nostalgia may be tempting, but isnât so sweet after all, is it?
Youâre puzzled as to why everyone is acting so strange, but itâs only after you return to your new life that you are actually able to view what happened through an objective lens. You have a moment of epiphany when it finally dawns on you that maybe, just maybe, it really is the suit and the car after all.
You canât believe it! How could they all be so shallow? I mean, after all, itâs just a material possession that you cannot take with you to your grave. Perhaps you didnât know them as well as you thought you did.
Because if you did, then you would know that the folks back home are nothing more than some lowbrow normies who are just out to defend the status quo of their little community, and they wouldnât mind sacrificing you in the process if it means that they can cover their tracks.
I know you may be tempted to overthink it, but donât. Thereâs nothing that you could have done differently. They are what they are, and you just didnât know any better, thatâs not your fault.
What is your fault is if you know the truth and keep going back and revisiting old situations from your former life that no longer serve you. Be it old towns, old friends, old jobs, or old relationships.
The reason why they were all acting so strange is because they envy you for rising above their measure of your worth, and also for surpassing them. They should have been focusing on their own self-improvement instead of slandering your name all over town, but they didnât. Your success exposes them by comparison, and that was when they all collectively made up their minds.
You see, they knew that it wouldnât be too long before you started growing nostalgic, that you started longing for the comforting lies of the past, and that is exactly what they were all banking on.
Unfortunately, you unknowingly fell right for their little trap, and they were able to regain access to you much too easily. They made you come to them of your own free will. How much easier does it get?
With that access, they were able to shame and guilt you for your new life, and your new self. The goal was to make you grow to hate your life, to make you dumb yourself down to a state that is more palatable for their taste, whether or not they were conscious of it, and nine times out of ten, they knew exactly what they were doing.
The advent of social media doesnât really help matters much, because it creates a world where privacy concerns are consistently diminished.
âBut that doesnât make any sense,â you may be wondering. Oh, but it makes perfect sense. âWell, don’t most families usually chastise the underachiever?â No, that only happens on television, with very few exceptions in real life.
Most families and communities consist of normies who themselves are underachievers. Wouldnât it make perfect sense for eccentrics to chastise underachievers while normies chastise overachievers?
Your biggest problem is that you didnât know who you really are. If you knew, you wouldnât have accepted certain jobs in the past, nor would you remain in certain relationships and friend groups, taking abuse from others.
If you knew who you are, you would easily be able to see how the folks back home really are by contrast, and by default, weaponized nostalgia would have no effect on you.
I get it! For much of your life so far, you genuinely thought you were one of them. They even had you acting and thinking like them. But even then, they knew you were different, they just didnât want you to know. So they proceeded to gaslight you, then sat back watching as you tried to impress them, knowing that you donât know the truth about yourself.
They were hoping it would be that way forever. But you unwittingly exposed them for what they are when you continued to evolve regardless, and their fragile egos simply couldnât handle that.
You gave them the benefit of the doubt, due to your benevolent nature, but they are not the same as you are, they operate from a place of group think. They understand that one of you simply does not fit, and they respect the law of compatibility, to which they actually have a point in that regard.
Those of us who are talented should do the same, find others who are eccentric and like-minded, and stick together. Form an impermeable shield, build a kingdom, and kick anybody out who doesnât belong there. You were born to stand out.
The more you ascend into your new life, the more you will strip away the hard, protective outer shell, which is your ego, and become more of who you really are. This will happen naturally, and without thought.
The first step ahead is to divest from dereliction. Every time after that when you are reminded of who you used to be, and who you allowed to be around you, sweet nostalgia will turn into an intense urge to purge your guts. Or you might just smile and shake your head, depending on your personality. But no matter what you do, never return to old towns, jobs and relationships.
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