One of the writing blogs I follow had a challenge recently where writers were supposed to blog embarrassing snippets of stories or diaries from their reckless youth. This appealed to me on a few levels.
- I’d get to read through old journals and short stories.
- I might enjoy people laughing at my idiocy for a change.
- Unearthing earlier scribblings might make me feel better about my current writing.
I thought maybe I’d make that a periodic feature — once a week, once a month, something. So I looked into it.
I shake my fist at thee, Facebook. Too many of the people in my high school journals are FB friends now or friends of friends, and there’d be a heck of a job changing the names to protect the innocent. (See above about being an idiot and then apply that to teenage crushes and resulting behavior.) Not that many people make it over here from the old Book of Face, but I suspect that would be the moment that they did.
I did enjoy reading old journals, though, so people might not be safe, after all. I’m going to see what I can do.