Hi, no im not from the 1950s literally, in fact im around about 20 (approx it doesnt matter exactly maybe a year younger or a year older, but the
point is i wasnt born in the 50s).
I love the 50s, everything from the cool quiff hair styles, (not the lame ones that are in fashion today that look nothing like the 50s ones), to the
beautiful women who werent caked in makeup and didnt need to be 3 quaters naked just to get peoples attention.
I am a massive fans of early colour westerns from the 50s with audy murphy, jeff chandler, james stewart etc, and love the movies in fact from the 50s
and 60s where the originals of many of the movies made today were so much better.
The fact as well that it wasnt exactly third world back then, and you wouldnt need leeches to suck out an infection or tooth pulled out by hand, or a
1 in 10 chance of dying from the black plague (those kinds of things people dont think about when they say oh i would love to live in the 1800s),
would make it the perfect time span for me to have been in, not this me me me world..
So yes, in a nutshell thats my obsession with the 50s, and my introduction over.
However, i dont want to ramble on about me anymore, i want to ask you a question. I do not know why but this started when i was a kid, and a boy in my
class got his drink stolen from him by another, and whilst people laughed, i felt legitimatly bad for him, i almost cried.
And, if i see somebody fall, i always feel terrible for them, even embarresed for them, whilst other people will laugh.
I feel really sorry for old frail people who cant walk much, and just in general, i am always feeling bad for people. Like the other day i dared
somebody to cut a bit of her hair, and she did and it looked stupid, and while she said `no bother ill wear a hat for the next few weeks till it grows
back`, i felt terrible for the rest of the night.
And its not just a `meh` feeling bad, its like a compulsive depression feeling bad.
But its not depression i dont suffer from depression, nor am i in paticular a jesus or a saint, i dont give charity to every person begging, and i
tend to enjoy watching u.s army apaches blowing the hell out of a group of taliban.
So i am not some `sissy` who will have a nervous breakdown if i step on an ant. Does that make sense?
Anyway, it would be interesting to find anybody else who a/ likes 50s movies, and b/ has similar feelings to me, because i feel im the only person in
the world who has this kind of feeling so sad for somebody it makes me mentally sick, when somebody innocent has something bad happen to
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