Old Soul

I've made peace with the fact that I'm an old soul. I'm not that good with history, but I do feel drawn towards it in some way. It's this feeling where I have a longing for things I've never touched or had or lived.

I know that I despise phone calls. I'm not big on texting. I don't even care to open my messages for two weeks straight (sometimes, only sometimes, two weeks could also mean 8 months). But my friends and family are aware of it. So we chill. But anyway, is it normal to feel like I'd rather send a letter to a friend than a text? Is it normal to feel like the typewriter is better than my laptop keyboard? Is it normal to yearn for a peaceful evening with nothing but the sound of flocks of birds chirping their way back to their nests? Is it normal to just want to sit on a porch with a nice book in my hands and wait till bedtime so that I can think of nothing other than a good night's sleep?

Is it okay that I prefer a quill and an ink bottle over a fancy pilot pen?

In 2026? Hello?

I guess it is. But then again, even if it isn't, who's to say that I'm the only one waiting wistfully on these things to happen, also knowing deep down that they never will?

What if they did, though?
What would the world look like then?