Before you break the news to me that it's Sunday, let me tell you... I know it's Sunday. But, I discovered a box full of notes and various stuffs from my teen years and have decided to start a new weekly feature: Friday Teen Files.
Yes. I'm going to embarrass myself for our mutual entertainment - all in the name of research, right?? And since I didn't post on Friday, I've decided to jump in and get it going. I have no idea where to start, so I grabbed the first amusing thing I saw.
I present to you: A bubble chart + notes of (I think) fourteen-year-old me. I can only assume, as I do not recall, that I was trying to 1) understand my life 2) understand why I
am was such a geek. Clearly I did not realize making a bubble chart of this nature only supported the latter. I do recall jotting this down quickly because I was really frustrated about something. Hmmm...
(I apologize for the quality of the picture. I need to buy a scanner.)
- Baby me: Healthy. Misshapen head for awhile. Moved. Good family. Good home life.
- Child me: Public school. Very immature. Still playing animals in 6th grade. Loved magic and animals more than anything. Unicorn visit.
- Teen me: Matured quickly. Started period. Breasts grew. Got a crush. Bugged him. Asked him out. Jokes. Many, many problems. Always wanted to run away. Depression. Confused. Decorated room fantasy-like.
- To-be adult me: Want a job. I want love - scared of it. I want a kid a lot. Have a dream of running away and taking some horses to search for anything out of norm. Very odd. Not ready to commit.
- I watch all these movies. I read all these books. I love them yet they are teasing me. I ponder around and around. Ever wondering, ever silent. Sometimes I try to tell people but they just nod and smile, act like they care.
- I had a visit with a uni. It was white and pure. It talked to me. I talked to him. He told me something of my future to which I don't remember.
- Passion to be different, to be something magic. Maybe swept away.
- I watched a mythical movie and started to wonder if things could be like that. I walked out into the garage and noticed a card on the wall. It said: Follow your dreams and see where they will take you.
- 7th grade depression. Tried to run away. My friend bailed on me - sad but true - we had maps and plans to go to Alaska.
And these are only the highlights. No joke. Are you starting to become concerned for me? Cause...I am. And I have to ask, is this...normal? More next week.