An interesting read?

Diaries are awesome! That is the truth. Look at Anne Frank's- her diary sold like hotcakes and was made into a movie... a couple times over. They are full of truths and dreams, disappointments and tears, confessions and obsessions (some of the stalker-like variety- not that I would know. Looks thata way --->). A book filled with handwritten pages about one's life, and last night I found 4 such books hiding in a box in my closet. These books spanned over 15 years of my life... from the age of 12 on. I opened the first and began to read my 12-yr old girl scribble scrabble, and immediately LMAO. WOW! How lame was I? How completely obsessed with boys, how insecure, how lonely I felt, and how grown I thought I was. It was hysterical. At the back of one book was a list of boys names and I how I 'loved' each one. Girl, let me tell you something, at 12, 14, and 16, love isn't love- it's luv. It was like reading someone else's words. Who the heck was this immature obsessed young girl, and why did she let all these boys treat her like crap, and why did she blatantly walk away from the guys (using the term loosely) that were good to her, and why the hell does she do nothing but talk about guys anyway.... she's so dang young. I laughed because it seemed so long ago, and then I started to remember these things this girl was writing about. These trials, these mini-heartbreaks, these hopes. I remembered them like they happened yesterday, not 20+ years ago. I realized that even though these things I wrote about were not earth-shattering, mind-numbing painful experiences, they were my experiences. This person broke my heart, and that person broke my trust, and this other person made me feel bad about myself. And then there was the embarrassing stuff, and the events, and the things people said, and the movies I saw and who I saw them with. But mostly it seems as though I was just boy crazy. The following statements jumped out at me repeatedly and seemed quite ridiculous:

~I've never felt like this before

~No one cares

~I'm confused

~I love (fill in the blank) {Incidentally- these were the most ridiculous statements- I have had only one great love in my lifetime and that is my husband. Whatever happened before him was ridiculous foolish nonsense including my first marriage}

The point here is that even though I laughed hysterically at my naive, immature, innocence, and boy crazy obsessions from 15+ years ago, those things that I wrote about actually happened and those people were part of my life and in some way that stuff has actually shaped the person I am today. And now here I sit blogging about writing in my diary... and that I find to be ironically hilarious, don't you? No. Well, alrighty then.

I had intended this post to be humorous, but as usual of late, I am missing my witty-ness. So I have an assignment for those that read this. Did you keep a diary? Do you still have said diary and would you be willing to share something humorous from said diary with me? I think it would be nice to know that I wasn't the only one suffering from teenage bipolar schizophrenia and raging hormones.



P.S. Do not attempt to zoom this pic and read the words that are written. It could be dangerous to your health. Yes, that is actually my diary, but no, I'm not feeling brave enough to share actual excerpts yet. Quite, quite embarrassing...... :D

Cheers!