Daily affirmations of a word mercenary
Last night at the Salon of Shame, I read a diary entry from exactly 16 years ago. I figured I’d share it here, in honor of my 32nd birthday, and in honor of my beloved friends and family who always manage to surprise me with the depths of their love.
Thursday May 16, 1991
I can’t believe that I’m sitting here, on my 16th birthday sobbing. But I am. I keep trying to blame myself or justify it. But I can’t. It was just a bad day. I spent most of it alone or feeling isolated. I went job hunting (flop) and was gone and busy from 6:50am until 9:30pm. Ug.
All I got all day was ugly flowers, lame cards, and lots of Happy Birthdays. And I appreciated them. I was happy until this evening when it came to a climax of having no time to eat my Birthday dinner and then having to deal with fuck-offs during play rehearsal.
My parents were wonderful and supportive as always … and I feel bad that I was so superficial. OH GOD. Now I just feel worse. How awful. I’m sitting here, bawling, on my BIRTHDAY. I’m also sick.
Scuze me, I’m going to go cry now.
…No! I should finish. I’ve never been kissed. I’ve never even had a boyfriend. I’ve been kissed on stage. Or hugged by my really sweet nice girl friends. But something is missing here.
People treat me like shit. It seems like no one respects me or likes me.
I have no income. My parents love me too much. I’m a slacker. I’m self-centered. I’m superficial and materialistic. I’m selfish. I wallow. No-one likes me. I don’t appreciate the few who do. I’m lazy, I’m out of shape, I have no motivation. I lose everything. I hate people. I’m ugly. I’m unlikable. I don’t love myself enough. I don’t write enough. I crash cars. I blame others. I blame myself too much. I’m too critical. I spent my birthdays crying. I sound stupid. Freshmen don’t even respect me.
I don’t think I have any future. I make big selfish mistakes. People don’t care about me. I don’t care about others. I abuse my friends. I’m attention starved. I’m stupid.
God, why do I feel like this. I’m not Christian. I’m going to stop crying now.
I’m insecure.
Oh, what’s happened to me?
IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! I DON’T DESERVE TO BE MISERABLE!
-Ariel
larger or smaller than life.
May 17, 1991
YAY! My birthday turned out to be wonderful after all! Katherine and Mom and Susannah and everyone had planned this HUGE party for me! A big surprise! It was totally fun!
Who was there: Katherine, Susannah, Heidi, Kendra, Laura A, Laura E, Jeremy S, Miriam, Danny, Korum, Mary U, Tami, Dionne, Amy S., Alyssa, Kenzie, Johanna, Plus my mom + Ahna. And I guess that’s all.
It was fun and as you can tell my yesterday’s entry, a TOTAL SURPRIZE!! We had a good time, playing suck/blow card pass and other yee-haw fun things.
Love Always,
(I’m very happy)
Ariel
Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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andreas
May 16th, 2007 at 8:58 am
Happy Birthday! I love you!
Lori
May 16th, 2007 at 8:59 am
Happy, happy birthday, Ariel! (And I loved the “suck/blog” typo that showed up in my RSS version of this post.
B
May 16th, 2007 at 9:31 am
Happy birthday!
terrell
May 16th, 2007 at 9:43 am
Ariel, last night was my first time going to the salon and it was so much fun! Thanks for all your hard work putting that together.
Happy Birthday!
lily
May 16th, 2007 at 9:59 am
pretty sure i almost fell off my chair laughing at your reading last nite…happy birthday darlin! here’s to another 16 yrs! xoxo
toftie
May 16th, 2007 at 10:06 am
Happy birthday! The younger you would think you turned out amazingly well.
Balogna
May 16th, 2007 at 10:12 am
I lose things. I crash cars.
LOL
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Kristy
May 16th, 2007 at 10:30 am
Happy Birthday Ariel. Thanks for entertaining me for so so long without expecting me to pay you too.
My birthday’s tomorrow…..all geniuses are born in May. :-)))
jenB
May 16th, 2007 at 10:42 am
I actually found your diary reading really sad. Could have been me writing it.
I am glad you turns out to be such a beautiful and more confident Ariel. You are easy to like.
Jill
May 16th, 2007 at 10:46 am
Hehehe. You diary entries are exactly of the kind of stuff I used to write when I was 16, which confirms to me that no matter who you are or where you are, teenage angst is universal.
Anyway, happy birthday! I hope you have a great day.
Maven
May 16th, 2007 at 11:10 am
Happy birthday! Can totally identify. I excerpted some bits from HS journals awhile back. Maybe I should be starting the Minneapolis arm of the salon…
echo
May 16th, 2007 at 12:39 pm
Happy Birthday Darlin’. You looked Beautiful last night. So radiant…. Thanks for being such a kick ass friend, selfishly superficial and all.
joe
May 16th, 2007 at 1:41 pm
I was going to tell the Thursday May 16, 1991 you to “go eat worms” but I’m glad to read that the Friday May 17, 1991 you is in better spirits.
Kell
May 16th, 2007 at 1:49 pm
Oh gawd, that’s hilarious. I have to share that with Sioned.
imaginary dana
May 16th, 2007 at 6:52 pm
ZOMG, this makes me SO SAD I missed the Salon. HAPPY BIRTHDAY you wonderful lady, you!!!!!
moonstonehippie
May 16th, 2007 at 8:11 pm
SO funny! Happy birthday, happy girl!
amy.leblanc
May 16th, 2007 at 11:03 pm
cheers to teenage fragility and fickle-minded ways, and cheers to learning what’s good about those emotional outpours and what’s not, and to still being that girl, but now able to laugh at herself. happy 32nd!
John
May 22nd, 2007 at 12:50 am
First-time commenter, long-time reader as they say on talk-back radio. Actually I’m not—just discovered your site, but was lacking an opening gambit.
Good stuff—who on earth would want to be sixteen again, except maybe in the far-away land of nostalgia, or while at the gym.
And good luck with the book.