It's nice to think we're all unique, complex and individual. I look back on my teenage years and remember my unique experiences, the ones that shaped me to become the person I am today. They're special to me, right?Turns out my teenage years weren't quite a rebellious, individualistic or unusual as I had given them credit for. I may have been a generic angsty teen.
I came across Past Notes today, where the author posts class notes, love letters and general ephemera from her teens online. Her description of the memories stirred up on hearing 1979 by the Smashing Pumpkins (that song gives me palpitations), and reintroducing me to the long forgotten song Popular by Nada Surf (which was on a compilation tape my then boyfriend gave me when I was 14 ) has kind of freaked me out. It's like reading my diary from back then, only without all the pornographic doodles.
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