Omg boys argh
I had my first serious crush on this guy I barely knew, a guy who hardly ever talked to me, during my freshman year of high school, and I obsessed over him (we're talking bad teenage poetry, occasional phone calls initiated by my giggling little sister, memorizing his parents' usual order when they ordered pizza from the store I worked at, buying a skateboard and listening to the Beastie Boys since he was into both) for two fruitless years before moving on. After I was over him, I was really embarrassed about my behavior and have avoided all contact with him, even incidental.
It's been 17 years since I entered high school, and I still feel embarrassed for my 15-year-old self when I see his highly unusual last name pop up on Facebook. Thankfully, the site has never recommended that I friend him, but a relative of his is in our same peer group, and every time I see that person post and that last name pop up, I cringe. I am the only person to whom this even matters, and it's not like I am ever going to run into the guy again except maybe on the internet. When is science going to invent a cure for being ashamed of the things you did as a proto-adult?
It's been 17 years since I entered high school, and I still feel embarrassed for my 15-year-old self when I see his highly unusual last name pop up on Facebook. Thankfully, the site has never recommended that I friend him, but a relative of his is in our same peer group, and every time I see that person post and that last name pop up, I cringe. I am the only person to whom this even matters, and it's not like I am ever going to run into the guy again except maybe on the internet. When is science going to invent a cure for being ashamed of the things you did as a proto-adult?