Oh. My. Gosh.
The drama. The angst. The pathetically embarrassing turmoil.
But I did find a couple of interesting things. For example, if you want to know what a certain guy named Chuck was wearing on any given day in 1977 I can probably look it up for you.
Also, apparently my math teacher thought I should be concentrating on actual MATH and made my life a living hell by moving me all the way across the classroom from my best friend, ON PURPOSE. Which would explain my deap seated hatred of all things mathically related. I mean, how do you get over something like that, right?
But interestingly, through the years, I see glimpses of my real self. The inside me. The one that came with me when I got this body, and will go on with me long after the physical me has given out.
In 1979 I made a list of "Things that Make Me Happy".
Ok there are things on here that are just embarrassing. But really, almost everything on the list is still true today - almost 30 years later.
It's oddly calming and spiritual to read this list - you know- through the embarrassment - because it tells me I am and probably always will be the same person deep down inside.
(I don't know. That thought seemed much more profound before I wrote it down.)
So here - for your (twisted) reading amusement, my 1979 list of:
Things That Make Me Happy
Long letters from good friends
Wall to wall carpet
Being in the middle of a good book
Two Year Olds
My cousin Tom
Can you still even BUY Jontue cologne? Or did that go the way of the Walkman, The Love Boat, and The Commodores singing Brick House?
Jeesh I'm old.