Earlier this spring Swedish TV was airing a Danish series where ordinary people got up on stage to read excerpts from their teenage diaries in front of highly amused audiences.
Very entertaining, thanks to the typical teenage traits of exagerrated emotions (boundless enthusiasm, wild despair), obsessions with particular topics (and people) and, not least, style-, word- and punctuation choices.
It got me looking for my own teenage diaries. I didn’t find all of them (not lost forever, just very thoroughly stored away somwhere), but what I did find amused me quite a bit.
I had the tendency to only write when I’d had “fun” – mostly meaning getting hammered – so going by that evidence I look like a teen drunk. I didn’t write that often though…but my enthusiasm over these drunken antics are, of course, boundless…
So, why don’t we all get up on stage and read some excerpts of our teenage ramblings to each other?
I think it could raise a few chuckles, and either a wave of nostalgia or a feeling of “Thank god that’s over!”
Of course, I had to translate mine into English, but I kept the odd punctuation etc. I just picked the first entry I found (as it was fairly typical in style), and I’ve only just turned 17…
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