Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you’re in diapers, the next day you’re gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house like a lot of other houses, a yard like a lot of other yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back, with wonder. –The Wonder Years
It’s the first weekend of the new schedule where Match is working and I’m hanging out at the house, listening to Monkey snore and have puppy dreams. You know the ones where the dog yelps and runs in his sleep? Aren’t dogs cute? So tonight is the first night and I decided it’d be fun to go through my old journals (inspired by Brittany and her old livejournal entries) and remember the girl I used to be. Then I thought you readers might enjoy a peak at this girl too! So here is a new segment I’m starting, called Rewind Weekend. I’ll be transcribing excerpts from my Junior year high school diary. Back in my awkward days of acne and sometimes even eczema covered skin, post braces (thank god!) and brand new to the world of sex, occasional drinking, and lord the hormones… So welcome to Rewind Weekend, and Date Girl, the early years. I’m going to add my own commentary in pink. Enjoy!
*Words sting. They are taken the wrong way, manipulated, pulled. Substituted for other words, or unspoken but heard. They hurt, uplift, and depress. One slip of the tongue can leave an impression for life. Makes you not want to say a word at all.* –I started all my journal entries with a profound phrase I made up. I was so dramatic. Big eye roll.
Today I fought with my parents. A new argument, but the same old subject. All starts with words being taken the wrong way, and always ends with tears, namingly mine. No one said growing up was easy, but I never thought I’d be this frustrated. I just wish sometimes they’d look at me, not as a snotty teenager who doesn’t know what’s best. But as a young adult with a powerful mind and a point to get across. I like to be heard, really heard, and not dismissed. But the more I fight with them, the more I have to hold back, just to keep the peace. And that is the most frustrating of all. –I think everyone has felt this way at one point in their lives. I need to keep this entry for when I have kids, to remember what it felt like. The funny thing is, sometimes I still feel this way around my parents, and I’ve been living on my own for 9 years!