And in the manner of most people who write journals when they're younger I took a look at them over the holiday last winter and collapsed into a fit of laughter and the rather embarrassing hope that aliens or future generations wouldn't find it, or if they did would decently burnt it very quickly. I read through, fascinated at the fact that I'd spent so many evenings carefully and methodically writing down the exact same thoughts night after night.
Each day went something like this:
- Went to school today
- Came back and did some work
- I'm not working hard enough!
- I need good results!
- I don't really know if anyone likes me
- An amazing new book/film/lord-of-the-rings-associated-product just came out!
- I have so many story ideas in my head and no time to write them all...
All fairly standard, all fairly normal. Only one thing, in fact, was scary.
These are still the same sort of thoughts I'm thinking now.
Although with slightly less emphasis on Lord of the Rings.
It's scary and it's spooky just how little my internal monologue seems to have changed. There's less of the death and sex, true, and slightly more of the I'm-not-working-hard-enough but overall my deep internal monologue seems to have survived the experience of growing-up relatively unscathed. Deep down, I am the same sad nerdy little person I always was :(
On the plus side though I am working with tiny little plates! Petri-dishes five centimeters across. They look very small especially next to the giant petri-dishes which are 14 centimeters diameter and therefore awesome.
2 comments:
Good post. I have to say, sometime during my junior year in college, in a moment of clarity (or self destructiveness), I collected all my diaries, and burned them in the nice cast-iron wood stove in our house in the mountains.
I've never regretted it.
You know, none of the journals I tried to keep as a kid lasted more than a week or two. I actually opened one to find "disregard this; I was an idiot" written on it. But you're right. The thought process remains, and I still dream about research.
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