Cheer up, you silly sod
May. 6th, 2009 04:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shinytoasterYesterday evening I went back to my LJ archive and started reading some of the old entries from December 2001 through to the summer of 2002, when I was in my second year at university, still writing in Potter fandom - although by this point I had moved onto writing smut - and mooching around feeling lovesick over a red-headed boy who I never did go out with. It's painful, angst-ridden late-adolescent stuff, man.
I suspect pretty much everybody feels this way when they read back through old diaries from years ago, but really ... someone should have shot me. Or at the very least written me a stern letter.
There was a great piece by Stephen Fry in last week's Guardian, cribbed from the 25th anniversary edition of Gay Times, in which he responded to a letter written by his 16 year-old self to his grown-up self. Paraphrased in nine words, it read 'cheer up you silly sod, it's not that bad.'
Looking back at the three things that exercised me in 2002 - George W Bush, the feeling that everyone else is having a much better time than you, and being single - one of them has fucked off back to Texas, one of them holds true for everyone, and the third is moot, although I am still lacking the designer seafront pad in Brighton and the fast car.
So really? It wasn't that bad, and that's advice I'd love to be able to give my 19 year-old self.
I suspect pretty much everybody feels this way when they read back through old diaries from years ago, but really ... someone should have shot me. Or at the very least written me a stern letter.
There was a great piece by Stephen Fry in last week's Guardian, cribbed from the 25th anniversary edition of Gay Times, in which he responded to a letter written by his 16 year-old self to his grown-up self. Paraphrased in nine words, it read 'cheer up you silly sod, it's not that bad.'
Looking back at the three things that exercised me in 2002 - George W Bush, the feeling that everyone else is having a much better time than you, and being single - one of them has fucked off back to Texas, one of them holds true for everyone, and the third is moot, although I am still lacking the designer seafront pad in Brighton and the fast car.
So really? It wasn't that bad, and that's advice I'd love to be able to give my 19 year-old self.
