tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post4774540209908498579..comments2023-10-22T11:45:23.103-04:00Comments on dead baby jokes: the same river twiceUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-32089339914575605412008-10-27T23:39:00.000-04:002008-10-27T23:39:00.000-04:00My 19 year old self would cringe to see who I am. ...My 19 year old self would cringe to see who I am. And I would cringe to see her...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-57900692813465763212008-10-25T23:15:00.000-04:002008-10-25T23:15:00.000-04:00The gradual passage of time leaves me entirely uns...The gradual passage of time leaves me entirely unsure whether I'm exactly the same person I was at 19 or completely different. My 19 year old self would probably cry if she found out what I do for a living, though. But my 31 year old self wants to at times too.K @ ourboxofrainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05633428907297371867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-32972215192739174262008-10-25T12:18:00.000-04:002008-10-25T12:18:00.000-04:00do you ever wish to be that girl again? sometimes ...do you ever wish to be that girl again? sometimes I long to back. sometimes I don't.painted maypolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06446625015003854710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-35301299891285859672008-10-24T23:41:00.000-04:002008-10-24T23:41:00.000-04:00Wow, that's a pretty powerful thing to think about...Wow, that's a pretty powerful thing to think about. I know for a fact my 19 year old self was a perpetually gawk-eyed, perpetually hungry, and perpetually wounded in some ineffable way, skinny, caffeinated ball of angst. She was incapable of seeing outside herself long enough to see me. Really, she had no idea.zarqahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10256535780241011947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-20479783135744984402008-10-24T13:07:00.000-04:002008-10-24T13:07:00.000-04:00I'm not quite sure what to do with my 19 year old ...I'm not quite sure what to do with my 19 year old self, but instead I am fascinated that Starbucks looks the exact same everywhere.Ameliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10483756694695666215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-17256760199029891892008-10-23T21:53:00.000-04:002008-10-23T21:53:00.000-04:00Sometimes I don't know whether I was ever 19, or s...Sometimes I don't know whether I was ever 19, or still 19.Magpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15460136246441367993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-78733183674699450282008-10-23T20:05:00.000-04:002008-10-23T20:05:00.000-04:00I wonder which I 'd see first, the 19 year old me ...I wonder which I 'd see first, the 19 year old me or the shadow my hair would cast that undoubtedly would precede me by about 10 minutes.<BR/>Ahhh the glory days of aqua net.k@laklyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05366772609212990882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-19386015088738483642008-10-23T19:54:00.000-04:002008-10-23T19:54:00.000-04:00i'm always somehow surprised that i can't quite ca...i'm always somehow surprised that i can't quite catch the ghost of the younger me(s) in places that used to be mine.<BR/><BR/>and if those mes had caught a glimpse of now? i don't know. i think i always had secretly low expectations...i think it would actually be okay.Bonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14403701620708365171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-38778381973316778262008-10-23T19:50:00.000-04:002008-10-23T19:50:00.000-04:00Man, I was a hot, totally-career-oriented, never-g...Man, I was a hot, totally-career-oriented, never-gonna-get-married chica at 19...now I don't know what I am...an overweight stay-at-home housewife with no kids?<BR/><BR/>I'd tell the old me to live life more slowly and enjoy it, don't rush to get to eh future, because the future is not ensured; and I'd also tell her that if she wants to have kids to start earlier, because delivering a live baby at 39 weeks is not ensured either.Ya Chunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08816837461370619194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-68490972862224217002008-10-23T17:17:00.000-04:002008-10-23T17:17:00.000-04:00This is why I can't even look at pictures of the y...This is why I can't even look at pictures of the younger me. Just too sad for me. If my younger self saw the future, she would have run screaming....ms. Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15263348912679823512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-85204451927292227082008-10-23T14:28:00.000-04:002008-10-23T14:28:00.000-04:00Ah, nineteen: chubby, depressed, insecure, and sex...Ah, nineteen: chubby, depressed, insecure, and sexually confused. Good times.Furrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08617566957749784387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-68690198866759692212008-10-23T14:19:00.000-04:002008-10-23T14:19:00.000-04:00Oh, I do wonder, I wonder sometimes, what would I ...Oh, I do wonder, I wonder sometimes, what would I tell my younger self? See, at nineteen, I'd already lost a baby -- my daughter, born too soon. So at nineteen, she'd recognize the me that stands today. <BR/><BR/>I'd have to go back further than that ... and the only thing I've ever come up with is that I'd tell her: <I>Carry your dreams like balloons, the better to let them go.</I>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-5507592120218165692008-10-23T14:16:00.000-04:002008-10-23T14:16:00.000-04:00I love that purse. Damn, I feel a need to shop!I love that purse. Damn, I feel a need to shop!Aureliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13691032415028867902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-51236040530847513762008-10-23T13:29:00.000-04:002008-10-23T13:29:00.000-04:00I was surprised to hear that you aren't a fan of f...I was surprised to hear that you aren't a fan of fiction because when I read your posts I think of just how gifted a writer you are -- and for a long time I would have supposed you were a writer...<BR/><BR/>you are a writer -- but you know what I mean...<BR/><BR/><BR/>PamWordgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06580973104447557466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-83355732983641195152008-10-23T13:20:00.000-04:002008-10-23T13:20:00.000-04:00I can't even begin to imagine what I pictured myse...I can't even begin to imagine what I pictured myself to be now when I was 19. It sure wasn't this. A shell of my former self. If I picture my 19 year old self, I see the happiness that once was there, daily.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00912286121374215944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-64619288090695485842008-10-23T13:18:00.001-04:002008-10-23T13:18:00.001-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Tashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07376651134993450207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225058560254819105.post-2192994924173913302008-10-23T13:18:00.000-04:002008-10-23T13:18:00.000-04:00If someone had pointed me out -- now, late 30s -- ...If someone had pointed me out -- now, late 30s -- across the quad when I was 19? I would've run in the other direction. Probably in front of a bus.Tashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07376651134993450207noreply@blogger.com