Observations, thoughts and other assorted stuff.
The spontaneous attempt to write something insightful here has failed.

So let me dig out something old:

*rummages through an old drawer....*

Weird to be this way,
The need to be popular and liked
and so easy to get swept into it
and drown....
stupid isn't it?
it backfires
loving to be popular backfires.


A diary entry from my young naive days (some ten years ago). I was trying to be popular, trying to impress someone only to end up having my character destroyed and my reputation smeared. Looking back now, I was just stupid. And I thought I was all that. The person I was trying to impress isn't much anything, why I looked up to this person is now unknown to me and my reasons then seem so daft I would, if I could, go back in time and smack myself upside the head. Hard.

Comments
on Dec 09, 2004
Have children. Then you can!
on Dec 09, 2004
Smack? Try "throttle".
on Dec 09, 2004
I know the feeling. I've posted some old poetry that I wrote years ago. Well, there's tons of stuff in that folder that I wrote that makes me question how sane I was when I wrote it. Some of it is just silly naievity. Makes me cringe to think it came from my mind...
on Dec 09, 2004
My second son (17 years old) IS my young self. I love him to death but the similarities are driving me crazy!! lol

Yes, there are times I'd love to "smack" (and throttle works too) my young self!!

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Why try to assert your individuality trying to be more like everyone else than anyone else.
on Dec 09, 2004
DR. Guy, Cordelia, ParaTed,
I don't think I'll make a good parent. I don't really like kids all that much, and lack patience.

I've never heard of the term 'throttle' used in this context before. What does it mean here?

Chip:
>>Makes me cringe to think it came from my mind...

Yes. There are somethings I can't bring myself to laugh at yet.

on Dec 09, 2004
Yeah. Here's what I wrote when I broke up with my first boyfriend:

I'm not a victim of circumstance
I'm not helpless at your first glance
I can go through life on my own
I'm not afraid to be alone.

-A., age 14

Yeah, what the hell did I know about love at that age? (Or, come to think of it, now?)

-A.

on Dec 10, 2004
Can anyone claim to know all about it at any age when they are in it?

(Thanks for sharing, A.)