the official town of public humiliation.
I am reading a book that you all must read. It's called Mortified. The normal person would only take an hour or so to read it. I have issues, so it's taken me a day. I'm almost finished with it, actually. In my defense, I've had a busy weekend.
But it's about angsty journal/love letter writing during the tender high school years. And it's freakin' hilarious. Here's my favorite one so far. I totally would've dated this guy (if he'd actually sent the letter and hadn't chickened out, of course -- and if he'd gone to school with me)...
I (have devised) 4 ways of introducing myself in the best possible manner:
1. I could've just called you, or simply approached and said "hi." But with that there's no enchantment or uniqueness. Besides, that means actually having to use (gasp!) courage! So I wimped. Sue me.
2. I could have also faxed you. My, wouldn't THAT be modern! Ah yes, but maybe just a bit too high-tech and impersonal. So then what??
3. Smoke signals?? That has so far only worked with Flies Like An Ostrich, a lonely Indian girl I used to know. Things between us didn't work out so well. She had this fetish for wearing large bones in her hair. She thought it was sexy and I thought it was part of her last boyfriend's left leg. Call me old fashioned but I still prefer those weird little scrunchy things. Anyway, smoke signals are definitely a "no-go."
4. So what am I left with? Of course, write her a letter! Why not? After all, I've got nothing to lose but my dignity, pride, courage, confidence, self-respect, acceptance among others, sleep and honor. Sure, no problem.
By now you may be wondering just who IS this dork, why exactly is he writing me, how did he know my name, is he emotionally and/or mentally unstable, how long is this sentence going to be, and what is the most popular internationally played non-professional sport? Hmmm, interesting questions -- especially that last one (to which the answer is rugby by the way). Actually, I'm a pretty good guy and I don't normally do this kind of thing. But I don't know... something here was just different, so I decided I MUST do this.
I'm so far glad I have. Hope you are too.
I laughed. But I was laughing, not so much at the dorkiness or the fact that he failed to even get brave enough to send this letter to the girl, but because... he was actually quite funny and charming. I wish a guy like that would like me.
The book also got me thinking about the journal that I keep and the various blogs I've had over the years (and vlogs!) and whether or not I use them to rant about angsty things, or if they're mostly just entertaining. I feel like, for the most part, the things I say aren't angsty commentaries on my life - and the people I find attractive - but they're written with an eye for the humorous. I wonder if that means I often shield the truth behind jokes, though. Or if I really just find a lot of funny things in life and focus on them.
I think it might be a bit of both. I know I do rant sometimes, but I also like to make silly, nerdy jokes, just like David there. :) Even in my handwritten Wes Anderson journal that no one but me reads, I make jokes.
Food for thought, on this, Tara Day.
I ♥ you, my darling Twin! I hope your day has been amazing. From everything you've told me/posted online, it has been! This is going to be an AMAZING YEAR for you! And I can't stop saying "amazing" when I talk about you. Have you noticed? That's not a coincidence!
I'm going to finish this book while she finishes playing Quelf.
But it's about angsty journal/love letter writing during the tender high school years. And it's freakin' hilarious. Here's my favorite one so far. I totally would've dated this guy (if he'd actually sent the letter and hadn't chickened out, of course -- and if he'd gone to school with me)...
I (have devised) 4 ways of introducing myself in the best possible manner:
1. I could've just called you, or simply approached and said "hi." But with that there's no enchantment or uniqueness. Besides, that means actually having to use (gasp!) courage! So I wimped. Sue me.
2. I could have also faxed you. My, wouldn't THAT be modern! Ah yes, but maybe just a bit too high-tech and impersonal. So then what??
3. Smoke signals?? That has so far only worked with Flies Like An Ostrich, a lonely Indian girl I used to know. Things between us didn't work out so well. She had this fetish for wearing large bones in her hair. She thought it was sexy and I thought it was part of her last boyfriend's left leg. Call me old fashioned but I still prefer those weird little scrunchy things. Anyway, smoke signals are definitely a "no-go."
4. So what am I left with? Of course, write her a letter! Why not? After all, I've got nothing to lose but my dignity, pride, courage, confidence, self-respect, acceptance among others, sleep and honor. Sure, no problem.
By now you may be wondering just who IS this dork, why exactly is he writing me, how did he know my name, is he emotionally and/or mentally unstable, how long is this sentence going to be, and what is the most popular internationally played non-professional sport? Hmmm, interesting questions -- especially that last one (to which the answer is rugby by the way). Actually, I'm a pretty good guy and I don't normally do this kind of thing. But I don't know... something here was just different, so I decided I MUST do this.
I'm so far glad I have. Hope you are too.
I laughed. But I was laughing, not so much at the dorkiness or the fact that he failed to even get brave enough to send this letter to the girl, but because... he was actually quite funny and charming. I wish a guy like that would like me.
The book also got me thinking about the journal that I keep and the various blogs I've had over the years (and vlogs!) and whether or not I use them to rant about angsty things, or if they're mostly just entertaining. I feel like, for the most part, the things I say aren't angsty commentaries on my life - and the people I find attractive - but they're written with an eye for the humorous. I wonder if that means I often shield the truth behind jokes, though. Or if I really just find a lot of funny things in life and focus on them.
I think it might be a bit of both. I know I do rant sometimes, but I also like to make silly, nerdy jokes, just like David there. :) Even in my handwritten Wes Anderson journal that no one but me reads, I make jokes.
Food for thought, on this, Tara Day.
I ♥ you, my darling Twin! I hope your day has been amazing. From everything you've told me/posted online, it has been! This is going to be an AMAZING YEAR for you! And I can't stop saying "amazing" when I talk about you. Have you noticed? That's not a coincidence!
I'm going to finish this book while she finishes playing Quelf.