I always tell my roommate that I wish I could be born in 1980s so I could meet some people who enjoy rock music. Then she always goes like” come on, I wish I could be born in 1800s so I could meet Beethoven.”
There are just a bunch of guys who always think that they don’t belong to their era. But the question is “is it really the fault of this era, or myself?”
Let me make a little assumption, if I was born in the 1980s in Manchester, would I really enjoy the Britpop bands that I love that much today. Maybe I would just make some cynical comments on them just like what I say about rappers today. “This song is totally shit. Why does this boy brings a fucking timbrel with him? on stage? Is there no one listen to led zeppelin nowadays?”
So the source of my unhappiness is not the wrong era. I’m just a person who will never be satisfied whenever and wherever I was born. I’m cynical and feigned and shallow. The truth is I know nothing about real art, music and literature. So I have to pretend that I’m so obsessed about the past that this world is completely shit because it’s easy to copy other’s comments on the past but it’s hard to make comments on the new.
So just admit it. And be unhappier.