3/52: A note to the Self

Dear younger Self,

First, please don’t panic. I only have five minutes to initiate you into the mystery that is adulthood and I don’t want to waste it reviving you from your fainting spell. No, your Black Dragon won’t work because you are not Hiei nor do you possess the Jagan Eye.

Have I got your attention? Good.

I am you, ten years from now. Not what you expected, huh? Before you make any judgements on how we turned out, let me tell you that the world changes people. Right now, you’re 14 years old, ensconced in the realities of high school which is, thankfully, kind to you. You won’t know this yet, but you will have a lot of opportunities to improve yourself, as a student and as a person. Take full advantage of it. Don’t let your fear of failing prevent you from trying out new things.

Also, pay attention to your friends. Nothing wrong with staring out the window and daydreaming. The thing is, you don’t pay enough attention. Listen and I do mean really listen to your friends. Put a little effort into nurturing your relationships with your peers. Don’t worry, they won’t mind if you ask them personal questions.

Are you still listening? Make sure you are because I cannot stress this enough: MAKE A FUCKEN PLAN. Believe me, you will need it. You don’t have to be all specific and all that. Just a little outline on what and where you want to be ten years from now. I kind of like where I am now (occasionally), but it wouldn’t hurt to have options, if you get my drift.

Figure out what you want to do and STICK with it. Don’t let your family bully you into something you don’t want to do. FYI, the nursing diaspora to the land of milk and honey is a trend, dear. There will be a bottleneck of unemployed nurses whose families are richer than yours, so your chances of going abroad are pretty slim. You’ll survive college with just seven polo shirts and a pair of frayed jeans but remember, life does not end after college. Make. A. Plan. Dream big too. You want to be a novelist? Go for it. You want to be a mangaka in Japan? By all means, buy yourself a sketchpad. You’re only young once. The world-is-an-oyster metaphor only lasts until high school you know.

And oh, that guy whose kind of expressing an interest in  you? Yeah, he actually is interested in you. So. Uhm. You know. Say something. You have no idea how awkward it is to give love advice to your younger self.

But still, we turned out well. No major fuck ups. Just that little regret for living such a cloistered life. People say life begins at 40. It wouldn’t hurt if you start living a little at 14.

Be different. Your friends will already think that you are weird, thanks to your tendency to daydream, read a dictionary on your free time and wear over-sized t-shirts. Capitalize on that weirdness! It’s kind of cool to be eccentric. In the future, nerds rule the world.

Do me a favor: tell yourself that you are awesome every once in a while. Don’t sell yourself short. Despite all the stuff that I’m telling you to do, you turned out quite well. You don’t need to radically change your personality. Take my words with a little bit of salt. Just a little tweaks here and there and you will be the awesomest person in the world >:D.

Read more books other than Sheldon. Buy yourself some comics. Go out and get some sunshine during the summer. Oh, and tell mother that it’s totally fine for a girl to learn judo.

Any questions? No, Rukawa Kaede and Hisashi Mitsui are not a couple.  That was a fanfiction you read, a pretty nasty one. Lemon.

Lay off on the Oishi crackers, will you? Spare me the pain of kidney stones.

Good luck. Godspeed. See you soon.


Your 24-year-old self (who dabbles in occasional melodrama and disillusionment, but is an otherwise OK person)


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