I had one of the best days ever.

And it wasn’t that anything in particular happened. I just got to laugh a lot.

That’s pretty much my gauge for an awesome day.

Generally, I love my life. I’m by no means perfect – and of course I have problems. But I love being alive, I love the people I know, I love my university, my professors, even my job. (That – wasn’t always the case though.) I don’t mean this as an insult, but compared to Ramona or Helena, I have a very different outlook on life. I may be cynical and sarcastic – but I always try to find the silver lining in every situation.

I also have an arsenal of hilarious stories from different things that have happened to me.

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Once, I got excited about talking to this really popular guy when I was in primary school. He was really cute and I had just joined track and field with a bunch of friends who wanted to hang out with boys all the time.

I had finally received a pair of running shoes from an aunt that were super badass. They were pink and soft with black stripes down the sides and I had screwed deadly running spikes onto the soles.

He asked to see them so without thinking, and trying to be cool, I tossed them to him.

Unfortunately, the spikes hooked onto my bra and panties so I ended up flinging  them in his face. But of course I didn’t notice.

Thank god they were clean.

My friends were laughing hysterically, watching all of this go down, as he turned beet red. Then awkwardly folded my underthings up and carefully set them down next to me along with the shoes.

He tapped me on the shoulder, then ran away as fast as he could.

Needless to say, he’s never spoken to me again.

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These kinds of stories are the best and I love telling them. Sure, they’re embarrassing, but time really does make less painfully embarrassing.

Recently, we hung out with a bunch of Helena’s friends and I asked everyone to share something  funny that happened to them, because, well, why the fuck not? It breaks the ice (we were hanging out with a new guy who didn’t know us very well) and we get to know each-other a little better.

No-one had any stories besides me.

Which is such obvious bullshit – but besides the point.

Helena later told me that it’s not that people don’t have embarrassing stories, it’s that to most, they’re depressing rather than funny. She told me that my personality has a way of shaping bad things that happen into funny situations.

Which brings me to the point of this post: Embrace the past, see the humor in it.

I’d rather think of my life story as a comedy than as a tragedy and if all it takes is a little bit of perspective, then I think everyone can achieve a few cocktail hour stories of their hilarious histories.

So for our first joint-project, Helena and I propose that we find old writings from our past selves and share them with the Internet for some humiliation and hilarity. It will be mortifying and scary – but why not? Let’s embrace the past!

Let us know what you think and please share some old diary entry or something, if you want to join us!