So, 13, yesterday I was throwing out some stuff in the attic and I found the diary you kept 50 years ago. I’m a little bit appalled confused about some of the things in there.
Listen 63, I’m not stupid. I saw you wanted to use the word “appalled.” And that diary had a lock on it, anyway. It’s private.
Uh, sorry, but really, that lock was pretty chintzy and the entire inside came out of the binding. But some of the things you wrote sounded crazy. My point is that my memory of my life is completely different from what you wrote.
That happens at your age. But give me an example.
I’ll ignore that remark. Like boys. You seem to be obsessed with boys beyond all reason. Charlie M, for example. You said you loved him. No, you said you LOVED him. On like every page. You called him your ONE TRUE LOVE. You wrote hearts with “R and C.” You had things flying around with wings. But I never even went out with him. I don’t think I ever even spoke to him. Actually, I was terrified of him.
Those things were symbolic representations of our souls uniting for eternity. And anyway, I’m 13. And it’s 1960. Would you rather I try out for that “Teen Moms” reality show?
Point taken. OK, Let’s talk about junior high. You wrote, “I LOVE WAGNER!” and then went on and on about it being amazing and incredible. You talk incessantly about getting into the right “crowd” and who spoke to you and who didn’t. You actually drew diagrams to show where people sat at the restaurant after school. There were arrows showing where everyone was in relation to you. And why were most of the girls named “Ellen?” Listen, the only thing I remember about junior high was that it was the worst year of my life. I mean the worst.
People your age tend to forget things. Like names. I’d think everyone being named “Ellen” would help you.
You’re getting out of line, here. OK, let’s switch to the whole sex making out thing. Tell me about the “fabulously wonderful make out party at Larry’s Bar Mitzvah.” You wrote about “4 French kisses with Steve” like it was a good thing. Now, this is something I do remember. Steve was two years older then me. He wasn’t cute. He sat down next to me, leaned over and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I was seriously repulsed. It took me years to get over it.
I’ll concede on that one. What next?
You say terrible things about some people. I mean, really terrible. Catty, catty, catty. Is that a 13 year old thing? I remember myself being a nice person.
Then you forgot how your friend Kathy dumped you because you said such awful things to people.
Damn, I forgot about that. I can see I’m not getting anywhere with this. I just can’t help but think that a lot of the stuff you wrote in the diary was simply meant to sound dramatic or cool, without giving much thought to the truth.
I’m getting sort of tired of your picking on me. Can you put me back in that box in the attic, please? I’m not really comfortable with having my life held up to your scrutiny. If you can do better, have at it. You’re way too old to have a diary, so go start a blog. Write whatever you want to, whatever it is that people your age care about. Like walkers. Or long term health insurance.
You’re a mouthy little thing. I wasn’t that way at your age.
Aaaargh, here we go again. Please, take me back to the attic.
Can’t be soon enough for me.
duke1959
January 11, 2011
good stuff!
lifeintheboomerlane
January 11, 2011
Thanks, Duke!
Amanda Hoving
January 11, 2011
(snort!)
I *wish* I had kept my diaries from that age…or maybe I don’t since I now have a 14 year old and an almost 12 year old, and I want to keep thinking of them of them as perfect and naive in every way…
lifeintheboomerlane
January 11, 2011
Yeah, good luck with that… Oh whoops, I mean they might not be totally naive, but they will always be perfect.
sunshineinlondon
January 11, 2011
This is so wonderful, Renee! Isn’t life just so different when you’re 13? The NOW is so important, you can’t really see beyond it and nothing else really matters. (Not such a bad worldview, hey?)
I also remember LOVING boys I had never even spoken to, and being repulsed by my first kiss – eeurghh!
Sorry for my silence – I’m back, but I’ve missed so many posts.
Sunshine xx
lifeintheboomerlane
January 11, 2011
Thanks, Sunshine. Yes, that’s a great way to put it, the NOW being so important at that age. Every minute was a huge drama. Welcome back and kudos on your guest blogging!
writerwoman61
January 11, 2011
Ha, Renée…this brought back memories! I always was really good about writing in my diary, for about a week…then I fell off the wagon! I must see if I can find some gems from my teens…
Wendy
lifeintheboomerlane
January 11, 2011
Good luck with your search! I was pretty diligent in junior high. I picked it up again at the end of high school, but the few entries I made were one or two sentences (mostly angst-ridden statements like “The world will never understand me”), with weeks of silence in between. Interesting to see how I had already grown out of the diary thing.
carldagostino
January 11, 2011
I tried to talk to my 13-year old self, but could not. My license says 61, but everyone else says I never got past 6 .I have to go now. I have to go to the jewelry store. My Hopalong Cassidy watch is running a little slow.
lifeintheboomerlane
January 11, 2011
Ah, you are so immature. I stopped at 15.
Debbie
January 11, 2011
This one brought back lots of memories, Renee. Why are girls at 13 so mean and insecure? We craved friendship, yet gossiped about others; we longed to grow up, yet felt afraid of all it would entail. Thankfully, I kept all my nasty thoughts under lock and key — and for sure I don’t want to play Pandora with them now!
lifeintheboomerlane
January 11, 2011
It’s really scary to read this stuff. And especially to have such a different memory of those times (and myself) than a lot of what I actually wrote. I’m sort of glad I didn’t read this when my own daughter was 13. And I hope I never find her diary!
Marion Driessen
January 11, 2011
Priceless post!! 😀
Too bad I threw away all of my diaries ten years ago, when my ex was snooping around in them. Would have loved to read them, they bring back long lost memories.
lifeintheboomerlane
January 11, 2011
Thanks, Marion. It has been fun to read some of the entries, although I have to admit, I don’t have the patience for page after page of the same “I love boys” stuff. Thirteen years olds tend to obsess about things. Or maybe it was just me.
Marion Driessen
January 11, 2011
LOL no, it wasn’t just you! Girls that age are just totally romantic, waiting for and dreaming about a knight in shiny armor.
Tori Nelson
January 11, 2011
” You’re a mouthy little thing. I wasn’t that way at your age.” Haha! This post made my morning. Thanks for the laugh!
lifeintheboomerlane
January 11, 2011
You are welcome, and thanks for reading!
Kathryn McCullough
January 11, 2011
Lordy–this makes me want to go back and read what I was writing back in the day. Or maybe not!
At any rate, this post was great fun. I love the dialogue——
Kathy
lifeintheboomerlane
January 11, 2011
Thanks, Kathy. These things are such a mixed bag. I’m fascinated and repulsed at the same time.
Emily Jane
January 11, 2011
Oh goodness this was good… I remember digging through boxes looking for some wedding stuff a few months ago and came across my “millennium journal” from the year 2000. I was fifteen. Eleven years ago seems like it should be at least double; what a child I was!
lifeintheboomerlane
January 11, 2011
Isn’t it amazing that we can look at ourselves through the years like strangers meeting for the first time.
Walker
January 12, 2011
Wow.. I can only imagine what I would have written! Thanks for the fun and the memories.
lifeintheboomerlane
January 12, 2011
You’re welcome!
hannahjustbreathe
January 12, 2011
Um, this is AWESOME. I have journals going all the way back to third grade, and I periodically pull them out for a somewhat similar walk down memory lane. The best ones are the years in which I actually took the time to write down the most mundane, ridiculous details of my days: who wrote me notes, what I ate for lunch, who sat next to me in English class, what I wore to school. Yeah. I led a *thrilling* life, let me tell ya!
lifeintheboomerlane
January 12, 2011
There’s a lot of that in the diary. What cracks me up is that I took ridiculously boring things and accompanied them with illustrations and diagrams.
Hippie Cahier
January 12, 2011
I’ll bet P!nk is jealous of your conversation. Hers was a downer. Yours is not only witty but so insightful. I guess it makes sense to put her back where she belongs. 🙂
lifeintheboomerlane
January 12, 2011
Thanks, Hippie!
Allison
January 12, 2011
Junior high was the worst two years and I also have a diary to prove it…penned by a kindred mouthy, not-nice, boy-obsessed author.
lifeintheboomerlane
January 12, 2011
I’ve always been grateful that because my elementary school went through 7th grade and my high school started in 9th grade (both schools anomalies in the Phila School System), I only had Jr High Hell for one year. Of course, 13 would most likely argue with me about that.
subWOW
January 13, 2011
Hilariously brilliant. LOVE this one.
” You’re way too old to have a diary, so go start a blog. ” I am going to steal this line when people ask me why I started a blog.
lifeintheboomerlane
January 13, 2011
Wow, thanks. I’m farklempt. Seriously.