Dear Diary,
I don’t think she’ll ever understand me. She doesn’t go through the things I go through and she doesn’t even try to understand! I’m glad that I can talk to you and the other people my age. They understand just how hard it is to be my age. They’ll never understand my music, what its like to grow up like me, nothing!!!! I’ll never stop telling younger people about how easy they have it though.
What bothers me so much is how they don’t understand my music. My music means something to me and they don’t even try to understand it. I love the music with soul and emotion to it, lyrics that really mean something. Will I teach my kids about this music? No. Will I complain to them when they can’t recognize it? Absolutely. (P.S. Margaritaville is an emotional song and its okay to cry to, no matter if you’re one margarita in or six margaritas in SUZANNE)
They don’t understand the way I want to express myself! I want to wear what I want and say what I want! If I want to wear clothes that cover myself because that’s what I was taught, so should everyone else. I’m not comfortable wearing revealing clothes so no one else should! I want to be able to say what I want with no repercussions. I want to talk loudly about my political and social opinions and not have younger people talk back. That’s what respect is right? Trampling over others’ opinions and not letting them express their thoughts while only expressing mine? That’s all I want. I want to be heard and no one else.
Diary, I’m just trying to say that I’m a person that they’ll never understand. Maybe one day they can understand me but right now they won’t even try. My music, my clothes, my makeup, even down to my thoughts they are too different! They’ll never understand a boomer like me.
See you tomorrow XOXO,
Karen
Melissa Allen 