As many of you know, I just turned 50. I have whined, complained, joked and philosophized about it for days. OK weeks. Really, the only thing I hate about it is the fact that I think more now. I mean, I think more about the "what-ifs" and "do-I-still-remembers." To that end, I dragged out my high school yearbooks today. Not sure why really, except that I wanted to look that far back in time and see how different I was. How different everyone was. Or maybe how similar we still are. Bad mistake.
First, I looked pretty good, for a kid. I remember hating my body, my face, my looks in general, as a teenager. Just goes to show you that perspective is everything. Also goes to show you that we girls are very hard on ourselves from a young age.
Second, my boyfriend at the time looked pretty dorky. My mother and my sister never missed an opportunity to tell me that he'd never amount to anything. I believe I heard somewhere years ago that he is now a Navy doctor. Haha again, just goes to show you that perspective is everything, and that mama ain't always right, Hope my daughter isn't reading this.
And third, when I read all the comments and notes people wrote in my yearbook lo those many years ago, I read something totally different into them. Lots of innuendo, double entendre, and lots of just plain teen stupidity. Is the difference me now, or was it me then? J
Told you I think too much now. I'll stop all this. I vacillate between boring myself and scaring myself.