The next time I'm in Seattle, I'm going to the Salon of Shame. From the website:
"The idea is simple: Seattleites stand before you and read their middle school diary passages, high school poetry, unsent letters, and other bits of horribly shameful, and inadvertently hilarious adolescent writing. Founded in 2005, the Salon is cathartic for readers and hilarious for listeners. Everybody wins when it comes to embarrassment!"
I get anxiety when I even think about my journals from junior high, so I've got to stand up and applaud for people who can get up and read from them.
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