I feel like a fifteen-year-old again. This grasping at straws for a purpose/objective/aim of this blog has left me feeling slightly embarrassed and annoyed with myself.
Teen acne = Embarrassment
Teenage angst = Annnoyance with self
Then at the end (a figurative "end") of it, I feel like there isn't really a need for a purpose/objective/aim (much like when you hit 21 and the acne and angst go away), and I just feel plain stupid (like when you hit 23 and think "what an idiot I've been before").
(And then, you hit 30 and look back at when you're 23 and think "I thought I knew what I was talking about back then, but I actually don't have a clue" - just like looking back at what I wrote above and seeing how they don't make sense and suddenly realising this whole virgin post is screwed.)
1 comment:
No it isn't! I happen to love it. :) It's funny, witty and just that teensy bit on-the-verge-of-punching-someone sorta angsty. It's you baby!
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