my vocabulary is too small

Apparently, one of the quirks of owning used furniture is discovering the history/stories behind it.

This morning – after adopting my dresser exactly 9 1/2 months ago – I opened my dresser drawer and noticed the sound of crinkling paper in between the frame and the drawer case. This often happens, as I find old receipts people lost, old pictures, or old movie tickets. Today, I found the story of an angst ridden teenager, secretly lashing out at a classmate.

Who is this Angelina*? Why was she hated? Was she just prettier? Was she a bitch? Did she just happen to steal a boy? Or rather, who was the bitter frenemy with the green marker, the previous owner of my dresser? Was it really that important that she had to scan someone else’s ID in, print it out, and then write on it angrily? Where is she now? Following the birthdate on the ID card, she was born in 87, and so is around 21 years old now. 

Hell, are there even two people involved? Maybe this was a girl who hated herself, and felt compelled enough to rant-scribble about it.

Either way, it makes me think of things I tossed out as a kid. Does someone in the world currently own it now? Wouldn’t it be cool if we could learn the history  of our belongings?

*Name has been changed to protect this person’s privacy.