Marzi at Introvert Doodles posted a list of things that made her feel melancholy. She further clarified “I think of melancholy as an inexplicable sadness, sometimes tinged by a bittersweet nostalgia”
She asked “Are any of these relatable or am I just weird?”
For me, they’re relatable in that we all have a list – just not necessarily Marzi’s list.
So what’s on my list?
Watching life from afar. Marzi called this “being up high and watching people scurry below” but I think it’s the same thing. It’s when you’re up high in a building or when you’re on a plane and suddenly the world is made up of Matchbox cars and the traffic moves like a surreal clockwork.
Related to this, Sonder. Sonder is the realisation that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own. If I pondered this every time I passed someone in the street I might go mad, but when I do have time to take this in, the extraordinary wonder brings melancholy. [Which, in turn, makes me wonder if ‘sonder’ is pronounced ‘sunder’]
Old photographs and photograph albums. I’m not good with change, and photographs prove life is change. For better or worse.
Music. Not all music, but it is difficult to be specific. Some music arcs you back to a different time, some music reminds you of who you were, some music reminds you of someone you loved. Marzi got specific and made a good choice.
Things that are broken.
Spring cleaning. This in itself can be invigorating, but sometimes it involves letting things go.
Like Marzi’s ‘geese flying in formation’ , similarly – a murmuration of starlings.
Cacoons. Melancholia in a place where I am safe from the world, particularly during wild weather despite being ever thankful for the roof over my head.
Sunrise and/or sunset can be wonderful. It can be thoughtful, it can bring melancholy.
So I ask, are these relatable or am I just weird?
What’s on your list?