Comments - What You Know Changes
I actually had a moment, the day before yesterday, sitting on the cold cement floor of my parents’ basement reading the entirety of a journal I had kept on a high-school trip to Belize. In between passages describing my wonderment at seeing the rainforests and coral reefs for the first time in my life, I expressed feelings of profound sadness and isolation from the rest of the group, describing a moment where I walked into a room and a clique of girls was talking about me behind my back, and another time they claimed their bunk room was full because they didn’t want me in it. It’s heartbreaking, and 25 years later I wish I could go back in time and comfort my younger self, and tell her about all the cool things she will do and amazing people she will meet in her life, and how someday she won’t ever remember those bitches’ names. I might have a few choice words for them, too. 😉
I love the idea of transcribing my journals; how do you find the time? There must be volumes upon volumes!
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