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Happy Birthday to Me!

6/13/2015

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I've always hated my birthday. My mother can vouch for me.

It's kind of a running family joke, actually. Since I was very young, I've hated my own birthday. There are many photos of me from childhood with swollen teary eyes and a birthday hat on my head. I don't really remember many details about these events, but I do remember feeling overwhelmed, particularly when my family and friends sang the Happy Birthday song. Speaking of birthday songs, another atrocity comes to mind--my mother taunting me by playing "Birthday" by the Beatles on the stereo every year. I'm not sure whether I realized how stupid those songs were, or whether it was the same issue I tend to struggle with as an adult--not liking a lot of attention. 
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I suppose that individual attention is another form of isolation for me. I don't enjoy being a breathing target. Oddly enough, as a scholar, I was quite capable of giving effective, engaging presentations, and functioned quite well in grasping the attention of peers and professors alike. Having said that, the preparation for and recovery afterward made presentations and such a stressful experience. 
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Back to the birthday business. Today I turn 35. Even writing that seems unbelievable. I don't feel my age at all! I'm not sure what I expect 35 to feel like, but I suppose not like this. I still feel like that weird little kid, wandering the world, staring at the ground so as not to end the lives of caterpillars and ants. Often I still stop to save insects from ultimate death. That's me. I've grown, but not abandoned my childhood self.  I hope I go on to live for at least another 35, and that I will continue to be brave enough to try new things yet remain a preserver of insects and wonder. 

The above photos are from one of my favourite movies from my childhood, Happy Birthday to Me. They remind me of one thing I loved about my birthdays as a child--my mom and dad allowing me to rent horror movies for me and my friends. I don't think many of my friends' parents shared my excitement. 
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Ribbed, Studded, Twisted: Found Journal Entry, circa '05-'06.

6/9/2015

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So, here is the first of the found journal entries I said I would post. Why am I doing this again? I suppose that I thought it would be fun, but so far it's just weird and uncomfortable. After coming across this ten-year-old diary, I realize that I really need to downsize. Why the HELL am I holding onto this shit? Immediately after posting these, the found journal will be trashed--I can promise that. Brace yourselves, folks. . .

"Ribbed, studded, twisted. Twisted? Clearly it's been a while since I've spent any time in the condom section of the drugstore. Glancing down at my shopping basket I see lip balm, bubble gum and zit cream. I am turning into a teenage girl again. Here I am shopping for condoms while waiting for my birth control prescription, and I actually feel a little embarrassed. I decide to go with the regular, plain old lubricated kind (nothing new or exciting). After getting my prescription filled, I bring my basket up to the counter. The cashier scans the condoms and says, "Is this the same guy?" I gulp. My heart starts racing, then I realize that she's looking at and talking to a coworker. She's the same cashier that always saw me come in with him, and I felt like she had figured me out. Picking up my pills, buying contraceptives, feeling guilty. Upon returning home and opening the box of condoms, I can see that the condom companies are now geared to a younger audience. I'm wearing the Durex stick-on devil tattoo right now. Haven't opened a condom yet." 

Good grief! So, I'm not sure how many more of these I will post. It actually hurt to read some of the blurbs I've come across so far, partly because I was in such a bad place but also because, for the most part, the writing is terrible! I might post a few more funny ones, if I find any funny ones, and then the focus of this little experiment will shift to extermination. Time to fumigate! 

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Dear Diary. . .

6/3/2015

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Do any of you have tons of empty journals kicking around? I do. Partly because I don't want to ruin them.

That might sound rather silly, but I bet some of you out there can relate. It's funny being picky about a journal, especially its appearance. I mean, presumably, you're the only person who's going to see it, right? 

Personally, I am very much concerned with aesthetics, and I find that I like to reserve certain journals and notepads for specific things. I carry around my smaller junky ones on the regular, to jot things down as they occur to me--the things I see and hear, random thoughts. I tend to keep my nicer journals at home and use them, if I use them at all, for nightly musings, poetry, and more insightful thoughts. While flipping through some of these "nicer" journals, one thing seems consistent. . .they all begin with neat printing and coherent thoughts, then end with scribblings about trivial things that annoy me--people, places, sports--and destructive self-talk. 

Recently, I came across a journal that I intended on using (somewhat) as a collection of positive thoughts and goals. It started out as such, but ended up being a collection of rants and complaints. A log of emotional trauma. It made me laugh, actually. The effort is there, but it's so incredibly difficult to stay on the straight and narrow when it comes to positivity. This always happens with me--something beginning as one thing, then turning out to be another.

I have a few journals that I doubt I'll ever write in because they seem too good for me. I cannot imagine ever writing something good enough for them. I got them because I figured they would inspire me to write something amazing, but now they just sit on a shelf, with their noses turned up at me. Maybe I'll turn them into books of useless scribblings so they can join the community with my other journals.

I'm thinking of periodically sharing journal entries as blog posts. They would be terrible, but probably funny to read. I'm gonna do it. Maybe. Probably.

Consider yourselves warned. . .




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    It Hatched...

    I'm finally doing it--pulling my insides out and splattering them around for all to see. Here we go!

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