“….how to make girls happy.
Yeah, I thought that would get your attention.” (Ugh!!)
Cleaning/clearing stuff. Came across old highschool notebooks, journals, etc. Lots of blah stuff, lots of good stuff. One page..an article I had written for the highschool newspaper.. an assoc.ed. editorial.. Simply a casual piece written for guys about how to make girls happy. Written as if I thought I was a very funny and entertaining writer. Written as if I was the obvious and greatest authority on the subject. Written as if my photo would not be printed right in the middle of it, and it wouldn’t be published and seen by everyone in my school plus anyone else reading the #1 ranked H.S. paper in the area. Written as if every single idea in it did not describe exactly things my ex boyfriend had done/continued to do for me. ~Nine years later now. Reading that article made my face flush and I felt my ears burning. Such a weird feeling. Ears burning. And everyone I knew in school read it! Ugh. ‘Fifteen ways embarrassed about the writing style alone. I’m going to go look for a rock to curl up under and hide for another nine years until I’ve forgotten it all over again.