Monday, August 1, 2011

My Teenage Mind

In an attempt to better understand a teenager's mind I've been doing a little research by reading the diary I kept when I was sixteen.

And HOLY cow. It's hilarious.

When I'm not completely mortified by the things I said, I'm dying laughing. You would, too, if you read some of things you wrote when you were so young and full of life (and attitude and sass.)

I read somewhere once that the human brain doesn't fully develop until people are in their early 20s and I have to tell you, my research has pointed to this.

Let's take a quick look at our specimen:

March 2

Dear Myself,

Goodness, what the heck am I going to do with myself? I must be the biggest dummy in this entire world.

[Subject shows early signs of bad grammar and self-loathing common with age group.]

Well, to start things off I guess I'll tell you about Fred* It all started one Friday when he asked me to the 70's dance that our school was having that Saturday. So I went with him and had a good time and he asked me out again. So we went out the next Saturday and the next and the next and the next.

[Subject encounters Variable A. Subject now in danger of losing sound judgment and logical thinking.]

Then we spent Valentine's day together. I guess I could say that I care about him more than I cared about anyone else in the world.

[Study terminated. Subject completely infatuated and talks of nothing else but Variable A for the next seventeen pages.]

I think we can easily deduce that teenage girls think about boys a lot.

And I mean, A LOT.

But I already knew that.

*Names have been altered for posterity's sake.


  1. Ha ha! OK, random thing about me? I'm really nosy, so when I saw your "Diary" tag, I had to click! Your 16-year-old self's diary entry reads almost exactly like one of MY 16 YO entries! Ah, youth... ;-)

    Also? My father heard the stat about your brain not being fully developed until you're 25. The entire year leading up to my 25th birthday, he kept reminding me that I would soon be "fully developed." Oh, Dad! *rolls eyes*

  2. Oh my gosh, that's hilarious! I really almost deleted the diary tag because I was thinking, "This has nothing to do with my writing and WHY in the world would anyone want to read my diary?"

    Now that you've said that, though, I might post another entry. :)

    Also, that little tidbit about your dad cracked me up!