This weekend, with my house full of siblings, we did some reminiscing. I'm not sure what brought it up, but somehow I found myself rooting through my highschool year books so we could find a picture of someone we knew once. It ended up with me looking through my past life and realizing how incredibly lame I was. Sometimes, I look back at the teenager I tried to be and I want to shake her. Or pretend I don't know her.
Some time ago, in my infinite teenage wisdom, I decided to go through my yearbook and write notes beside people's pictures. These comments ranged from witty little sayings or inside jokes to detailed remarks of what I truely thought of so-and-so. It was mortifying. To say the least. So, of course, I read them out loud for all to hear. The Guy was highly amused.
I wrote a lot of things like "best buddy", "geek", "banger" and "jerk". Social commentaries such as "I can't believe she dumped him for him". I circled people. In group photos, I circled the ones I thought were cutest. And I crossed out people I didn't like. The most mortifying though was : "Oh baby, He gets hotter every year" and "blue eyes... sexy".
I was painfully lame in the way that only teenage girls can be. Oh, how I hate those girls. God help me that I was one.
Yearbook reminiscing is best in small doses. I cringe to recall my own youth. My high school reunion is this summer, and I plan to avoid it like the plague.
ReplyDeleteI laughed out loud at the "Oh baby, He gets hotter every year" line. That's classic teen-girl gold right there.