Lovely Reminder

My nephew just turned 16. He has a blog. Actually, it's less blog and more online journal, but either way, it reminds me of what it was like for me to be 16. Man it sucked.

Of my sisters' kids, Dave is the one I know best. He's more like I was at that age than the other two were. And his blog is full of the angst and drama that I knew well when I was a teenager.

He writes a lot about not knowing who he is or where he's going. He talks about how no one understands what's really going on inside. If I didn't know better, I'd say he's stolen my high school journals. He writes letters to girls he like and girls he broke up with. Everything is heavily dramatic and important. Everything is deep. He changes his blog theme on an almost hourly basis to match his mood.

I used to wax philosophical about war and love and friendship. I bemoaned the lack of humanity in the world. I cried onto the pages as I wrote about the boy I would "love forever" even if we were only "just friends".

I had forgotten, though, how sincerely I felt all of it. How I was sure I was the only one and that what I felt would go on forever. So his blog is a lovely reminder of where I was and how far I've come. It also illustrates perfectly how youth is, in fact, wasted on the young.