Reflecting

And not the mirror kind of reflecting.

Today, I helped my mom clean out some old papers that had accumulated around the house. In the process, I found a lot of my old things that I'd never thrown out, either due to laziness, a lack of opportunity, or a misplaced sense of sentimentality. Boy, did those things get tossed today.

I did manage to save a few items, though. Pictures, letters from my grandmother, and a diary I had written all the way back in 1995... you know, when people still hand-wrote their diaries.*
Then I made the mistake of reading part of the journal. And every.single.page, I kid you not, talked about boys. How this one was cute, or this one was not, how this one had blonde hair or blue eyes or a red t-shirt. Every. Single. Page.  I did talk about some other things in there, it wasn't like a giant ode to boys or anything, but they always got at least a cursory mention.

Now, I can chalk this up to a lot of things. I mean, it's pretty standard for most 13 year olds to be pretty darn boy-crazy. Plus, I was frequently reminded that I wasn't allowed to date until I graduated from high school. And I didn't. In retrospect, this was probably a good thing, considering just how boy crazy I was, I would have probably ended up with about 18 kids by now.** However, at the time, the only thing I wanted more than a copy of Final Fantasy VI*** and smaller glasses was a boyfriend.

Boy has that changed! I mean, don't get me wrong, I still like boys. They're very nice to look at (sometimes... some of them), they're occasionally fun to talk to****, and they can be good at picking up heavy objects. Some of them sing very nicely, and others dance well and a few of them can even cook. That doesn't mean they take up my every waking thought... and some of the non-waking ones. I guess this is an example of growing up? At least it makes for much less embarrassing diary entries.

Er, excuse me, journal entries.





*I have a diary that I still hand-write. Though now I'm all mature and stuff, so I call it a journal.

**Don't ask me how that's biologically possible. I just know that it is. I saw that show on TLC about the family with the bajillion kids, it can happen.

***Why yes, I was a dork, back before dorks became cool. I consider this an example of being a trendsetter.


****Haven't actually talked to him, just making an assumption.