The Silent Treatment
1. I shall speak when spoken to, but I shan't volunteer information.
2. I will always be polite and never get snooty.
3. If worse comes to worse, take a walk to calm down."
And I signed it. In cursive. Because it was, you know, a contract. With myself.
I wasn't a regular diarist. I skipped years at times. I have 2 journals. The first started at the end of 1985 and the second was last written in at the start of 2002. And now I blog daily about little bits and pieces of life.
My diary is filled with crushes, school dances, bad grades, angst, hate towards my parents, passion, dreams, favorite quotes, and even lyrics (none of my own).
I've not laughed so much at myself... and gained such insight into the trials of puberty... and I hope I can hang on to these diaries and the, dare I say, wisdom contained within so that I am better prepared to understand my daughter when she hates me, when she is obsessed with love and dating and hooking up, when she is fighting with her very best friend.
Jeff never journaled. So I guess we're just SOL on insight when it comes to Zach. Poor boy.