Here's something randomly strange that I've experienced lately.
My youth minister (from back in the olden days) got bored one day and started posting old pictures on FB. We had a huge youth group. A lot of the popular kids went to my church, so when I was growing up, it was kind of the place to be. I was practically born into that church, so I was going there before going there was cool.
I was looking through the pictures...reminiscing about old hairstyles and clothing trends, and there are tons of comments about how the pictures were bringing back such good memories for the commenters and what a fantastic experience being in the youth group was to people. And I found that I just can't relate to that at all. I tried to dredge up at least a modicum of nostalgia, and I just couldn't. In fact, thinking about it kind of made me want to hyperventilate.
It was just strange to see so many people that I know and that I grew up with express what a good experience it was for them when it was overwhelmingly a bad experience for me. I wonder what made our experiences so different.