When I was home last weekend I discovered a treasure trove of old journals. The first entry on my first diary was dated May 7, 1983. (I was eight). They are very cute and I feel a lot of love and compassion for that little kid. Note the entry below … the pencil part was written November 21, 1984 and I believe the black pen revision was made in March of 1986:
The high school journals were the real doozies. Stereotypical Mean Girls shit. I was so insecure. So OTT boy crazy (not a lot has changed there) crushing obsessively on one guy after another, while trashing my girlfriends off and on. An excerpt:
Sweet graph, huh? There’s this live event called Cringe that I hope to be a part of next month. Been meaning to do this for years. People convene at a bar in Brooklyn and read out loud from their old journals. It’s been going on for most of the decade and the creator is even publishing a book of the most cringeworthy entries. To my NYC friends/stalkers: save the date Sept. 10 (assuming I’ll make it in). And for those of you all around the USA and world, if I can muster the courage I’ll make a few YouTube videos of myself reading excerpts and share them here.