tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527225882658554920.post8220367013614036388..comments2023-03-26T00:38:13.905-07:00Comments on Of North: On Being Seventeenchloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10891447153839253531noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527225882658554920.post-30414229892367481632014-03-02T15:24:57.383-08:002014-03-02T15:24:57.383-08:00loved reading this. sounds like such a whimsical t...loved reading this. sounds like such a whimsical time (sleeping under the stars!? gah!!) and it's awesome that you can re-count these memories so vividly. also, cutteeee pictures :)<br /><br /><a href="http://perfectlypriya.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">♥ perfectly PRIYA</a>Priyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01796247450097331472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527225882658554920.post-82802255099413004322014-03-01T09:36:34.507-08:002014-03-01T09:36:34.507-08:00Reading your recollection of 17 definitely brings ...Reading your recollection of 17 definitely brings up my own memories. That was not a good year for me, but there are some good things that ache.Sonya Mannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16606986590654657328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527225882658554920.post-83197392390189906202014-03-01T03:55:38.484-08:002014-03-01T03:55:38.484-08:00I really enjoyed reading this. It's a nice loo...I really enjoyed reading this. It's a nice look back into the past, something we should all do every now and then. I tend not to look back before the age of 19-ish because it just hurts too. But we learn to leave some of the past behind and learn that other bits can be fondly remembered. <br /><br />~ K <br /><a href="http://bluehairinbelgium.blogspot.be/" rel="nofollow">bluehairinbelgium.blogspot.be</a>~ Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00442431798716355494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527225882658554920.post-28317708694296382792014-02-26T12:37:11.931-08:002014-02-26T12:37:11.931-08:00Its always interesting to see why some of the best...Its always interesting to see why some of the best years of our lives are often connected with bad things. assata13https://www.blogger.com/profile/06334585764331743104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527225882658554920.post-2490144112012328742014-02-23T01:58:12.594-08:002014-02-23T01:58:12.594-08:00Your supervisor should have been suspended for tha...Your supervisor should have been suspended for that kind of behaviour Selinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18215629620223943455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527225882658554920.post-75078492219819458072014-02-22T16:53:08.643-08:002014-02-22T16:53:08.643-08:00This whole post really resonated with me. I'm ...This whole post really resonated with me. I'm 17 right now. I guess I can say I experienced something similar - I was in a really crappy abusive relationship for the entirety of age 16 and reading this made me realize how casually I've been looking at life since I escaped it. I'm definitely much happier with myself and my life, but I wonder how deep that happiness goes. I've noticed myself being more concerned with the attentions of men (who are just now starting to pay more attention to me) and I feel really dumb for it. I wonder how I'll look back on this year when I'm older.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527225882658554920.post-48487097375009569392014-02-22T07:15:42.200-08:002014-02-22T07:15:42.200-08:00And to think this was only 3/4 years ago. You'...And to think this was only 3/4 years ago. You'll notice this will happen alot, you'll look back at photos and think "God that was the greatest time of my life" and all the emotions that go with it, and you will question the crap out of it on how you where able to be in that state of mind. I know I do/did. Even smells get me sometimes. I think everyone goes though this at some point and everyone is different. I'd say my greatest year was 23. That was the best year of me having fun with life, and 25 was the best year of figuring out what I really wanted in life (people included), anyways great post! I love being reminded about the past and reflection on it. Kirby A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02596023470413402954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527225882658554920.post-28328151996966720732014-02-21T23:34:23.545-08:002014-02-21T23:34:23.545-08:00I've never felt so able to relate to a post be...I've never felt so able to relate to a post before. One of the best ages of my life was 16. Sort of like how you'd just gotten out of a traumatic relationship, my house had burned down the summer before so 16 was really an awakening age for me. I had gotten over the sobbing/coping of losing my home and I realized that life is unpredictable. I became close again with friends who I'd sort of drifted away from after the fire and I had two boys who liked me quite a lot for the first time in my life. I was more in touch with my creative side; keeping a journal, taking guitar lessons, etc. And I was so fearless with my style; always trying to mix and match my clothing and dress how I wanted. <br /><br />But, like how you said, I look back on it with happiness and sadness too. It was a great year of my life and I wish I was like that person again in some ways but at the same time I was more easily influenced and had lower self-esteem as well. I also think that it's easy to look back at years of our lives and think that things back then were better but in the moment, not everything was great. I had plenty of not great moments when I was 16, but overall, it was one of the best years of my life so far, for sure.<br /><br />Anyway, sorry I ramble so much! Your post just really reminded me of how I feel about that year of my life, but I think we both have even better years ahead of us, years that will beat how we felt at 16 and 17. Janeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18084270296785597780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527225882658554920.post-27613920312437193652014-02-21T22:24:16.217-08:002014-02-21T22:24:16.217-08:00I really loved reading this post. It reminded me o...I really loved reading this post. It reminded me of the fun I had when I was 16/17 too. I feel like a lot of girls get hooked on attention from guys at some point - especially when it takes a while to happen. It's part of growing up, I guess! I often wish I still felt youthful and had fun like I did back in high school. <br />Also you had some awesome outfits on in these shots. I love them! You look so cute! It's super lame that your co-workers made fun of your blogging though. That just makes me sad that people feel they need to do stuff like that and bring people down.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17015161846956232802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527225882658554920.post-69817566940882777602014-02-21T21:58:49.555-08:002014-02-21T21:58:49.555-08:00Oh 17. There is nothing like it.
It's funny, I...Oh 17. There is nothing like it.<br />It's funny, I'll stare at my Senior picture once in a while (taken the summer before, when I was still 17) and I have the same feeling -- That girl is so far away. I don't really remember her that well. I do know that I was a terribly inconsistent friend, an okay girlfriend sometimes (I think?), and terribly awfully lonely.<br />Man, I was a jumble of emotions back then too. I certainly feel much more comfortable in my skin at 24.<br /><br />Ugh, it hurts my heart that your boss and coworkers would make fun of you! Cool that you were featured though, were it not overshadowed by that awful behavior. I'm impressed that your photos always looks so consistently fresh. Bit o' style blogger envy over here, not going to lie -- I do style for a living and I can't pull the trigger on outfit posts for myself. How silly.<br /><br />Love the new blog btw! A new chapter, with room to grow.<br /><br />Hope all is well post-Uni!Kaithttp://www.kaitmakethings.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527225882658554920.post-9276880663594499682014-02-21T21:09:06.153-08:002014-02-21T21:09:06.153-08:00I am in a crowded bar reading this and it brought ...I am in a crowded bar reading this and it brought a smile to my face. It made me think of when I was young.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com