| 4 August 2005 I recently remembered this website, and came back for a look. It was mostly written when I was aged between 16 and 18, and as within months I shall be turning a terrifying and adult-suggesting 21, I thought I should do some updating. All those imaginary readers of mine will be pleased to know I have not deleted my other vague ramblings and nonsensical teenage angst. I'm actually, surprisingly, reasonably proud of my teenage dealings. I managed to escape my terrible average, middle-class adolescence with no criminal convictions or extreme feelings of guilt. As a member of the generation who sparked the need for the ASBO, I feel this is probably quite an achievement. I spent my time on stories and other artistic mediums, which, however tedious and irrelevant they will seem to most, were, at the time, genuine expressions of self. And as my school sang of our proud brown posteriors, I shall be proud of my existentialist ideas, before I even knew what the word meant. I know it’s not overly original to be a teenager who tries to rebel, but at least I can say I didn’t just denounce one group to conform with another. I quietly rebelled against almost everybody. I just didn’t tell them. |
| The realm of the confused twenty-something! |