Meme: Six for sixteen
Jun. 28th, 2005 09:30 am[Stolen from
lutraphile and
lyonesse. Small world.]
I love the meme of "Six things I would tell my sixteen-year-old self". It's an awesome idea.
But my sixteen-year-old self wouldn't have listened. He was a brat.
More specifically, he didn't care about understanding how to get along with people, because he didn't care about other people. He had only just noticed that one person could be worth caring about, and had not yet generalized.
And then, some of the other things that he learned the hard way were still good for him not to learn too early. For example: "Higher education isn't for everybody." He knew that school was largely a waste of time (babysitting/busywork), but had not considered that an undergraduate college education is crafted as a continuation of high school. And that it's worse, in that now you're paying them for the privilege of being told what to do. But going to college kick-started a new and better life, in all respects other than education (and romance). So I would certainly not go back and warn myself against it.
No, I think I'd have to advise my self from other times.
I'll make an exception to the social bit for my thirteen-year-old self: "I don't care if it was accidental. Even you now know how insensitive that was to say. Learn to freakin' apologize, just this once."
To my seventeen-year-old self: "You think this is bad? Well, you're absolutely right. But it's a walk in the park compared to shit you'll go through later. Wallowing in misery will only make you more miserable. You have to get out and do stuff. Make yourself happy, because nobody else is going to do it for you. Live life, and eventually you'll remember why it's good."
To my eighteen-year-old self: "Don't part your hair in the middle. Try different conditioners, not that 2-in-1 crap. Ditch the ugly-ass tortoise shell frames. Shower and floss more."
To my nineteen-year-old self: "Learn to distinguish between playful and vicious jokes at your own expense. Your friends are playful. Lighten up."
To my twenty-year-old self: "Someone who cannot be true to herself can never be true to you."
Or later: "Her betrayal hurt her, too. Don't rub it in."
Sheesh, what a sad note to end it on. In general, this is intentionally an upbeat and happy journal, reflecting my intentionally upbeat and happy life. But I don't ignore the past in my life, so I needn't do so in my journal.
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I love the meme of "Six things I would tell my sixteen-year-old self". It's an awesome idea.
But my sixteen-year-old self wouldn't have listened. He was a brat.
More specifically, he didn't care about understanding how to get along with people, because he didn't care about other people. He had only just noticed that one person could be worth caring about, and had not yet generalized.
And then, some of the other things that he learned the hard way were still good for him not to learn too early. For example: "Higher education isn't for everybody." He knew that school was largely a waste of time (babysitting/busywork), but had not considered that an undergraduate college education is crafted as a continuation of high school. And that it's worse, in that now you're paying them for the privilege of being told what to do. But going to college kick-started a new and better life, in all respects other than education (and romance). So I would certainly not go back and warn myself against it.
No, I think I'd have to advise my self from other times.
I'll make an exception to the social bit for my thirteen-year-old self: "I don't care if it was accidental. Even you now know how insensitive that was to say. Learn to freakin' apologize, just this once."
To my seventeen-year-old self: "You think this is bad? Well, you're absolutely right. But it's a walk in the park compared to shit you'll go through later. Wallowing in misery will only make you more miserable. You have to get out and do stuff. Make yourself happy, because nobody else is going to do it for you. Live life, and eventually you'll remember why it's good."
To my eighteen-year-old self: "Don't part your hair in the middle. Try different conditioners, not that 2-in-1 crap. Ditch the ugly-ass tortoise shell frames. Shower and floss more."
To my nineteen-year-old self: "Learn to distinguish between playful and vicious jokes at your own expense. Your friends are playful. Lighten up."
To my twenty-year-old self: "Someone who cannot be true to herself can never be true to you."
Or later: "Her betrayal hurt her, too. Don't rub it in."
Sheesh, what a sad note to end it on. In general, this is intentionally an upbeat and happy journal, reflecting my intentionally upbeat and happy life. But I don't ignore the past in my life, so I needn't do so in my journal.