Good news! I finally found my AT journal and so a new Trail Tuesdays will be coming out tomorrow. Guess where it was? Yeah, in my desk drawer, right where I put it but forgot to look. I’m always outsmarting myself like that. I’ll put my wallet in my work bag the night before and then spend 30 minutes tearing the house apart looking for it in the morning, never thinking I would do something as sensible as putting it in the place where I would need it.
Anyway, to tide us over until tomorrow, and to continue my string of fluff posts, I am shamelessly stealing a post topic from Whiskeymarie, whose answer to this question was way more interesting and witty.
Ten years ago, what were you doing?
Ten years ago at this time I was at home after my sophomore year of college getting ready to leave for New Jersey and the YMCA camp where I was working that summer. I love summer camp- love being able to run and play and be outside all summer long, and I used to dream of running a Y camp. The summer before I had fallen in “summer love” with T. We were an odd pairing- he was from New York City and had never driven a car or seen a corn field, and I went to a school surrounded by corn. I was nervous because I knew T would be working there again, and I hadn’t spoken to him since we finally ended things over Christmas.
When I arrived at staff training I learned that T had been in a terrible accident, and would be several weeks late to camp while he recovered. T was a real athlete, and was having a hard time facing the news that he might not be able to play basketball again. When he finally got to camp and didn’t immediately give me the attention I wanted, I, completely oblivious to his struggle, blew him off and proceeded to spend the summer getting drunk and shamelessly flirting with his friends while simultaneously pining away for him. The very last day of camp we confessed our mutual feeling that we wished the summer had been different and pledged to stay in touch. We wouldn’t talk again until 8 years later.
So, what were you doing 10 years ago?
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June 3, 2008 at 4:23 pm
sizzlesays
Ten years ago I was 25. . . hmmm, I was living in Santa Cruz but I have no idea which job I was at or whom I was dating or what.
I really shouldn’t have smoked all that weed back then.
June 3, 2008 at 5:00 pm
180/360
Ten years ago I was…
horribly depressed, taking anti-depressants, not eating, drinking like a fish, all while smoking a bag of weed and a pack of cigarettes a day. I was a total mess, but just on the verge of meeting my husband, and about to clean up my act.
All I can say is… look at me now!
June 3, 2008 at 5:04 pm
Pants
Ten years ago was I was living in the bay area, 22, just escaped a horrific nanny job for an eventually more horrific nanny job. Was still involved with the most unhealthy romantic relationship of my life and learning all sorts of lessons that prepared (eh freaked) me out about the rest of my life.
Oh yeah, and I’d just met the first helpful therapist of my life. Woo hoo for therapy!
June 4, 2008 at 8:07 am
gibsondog
10 years ago I was an angry 18 year old, listening to Tori Amos, drinking my face off with girlfriends, peeing on the lawns of boys we liked, wearing plaid pants, choker necklaces, dying my hair red and falling for a boy that ended a long year n’ half later. I actually had a great time! … I just would never want to re-live it again!
June 4, 2008 at 9:02 am
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June 4, 2008 at 4:03 pm
gorillabuns
10 years ago I found out my fiance’ at the time had fathered an Indian child and was a needle-toting heroin addict. Life was quite grand.