the #10yearsago bit got me wondering, so I found the journal from that year. According to the written evidence, ten years ago I was able to write the following things without any discernible irony:
I’ve decided that it’s a terrible idea to like anyone. Love sounds like an even worse idea.
I’ve just come in from going to see the botanical gardens all lit up, and I had the queerest feeling.
Something’s missing. There’s a hole in my life.
At least I got the first main problem done in math. Lunch was sort of boring. Japanese was more interesting.
I have no heart to break.
Also, I starred out the vowels in swearwords. In my journal. And each entry is in a different color gel pen.
Conclusions:
1. Thank you, first-decade-of-the-twenty-first-century, for this sense of irony. Also for the better taste in music.
2. Being fourteen is not hilarious, but fourteen-year-olds are hilarious.
3. Ten years will teach a girl many things. Not least that “all lit up” and “queerest” don’t mean what you think they mean, honey. Though that journal entry would be so much more awesome if I had meant me instead of the gardens and genderqueer instead of mildly odd.
4. I am extremely grateful that Tumblr did not exist ten years ago. I didn’t even figure out LiveJournal until I was seventeen, thank goodness.
