I get kind of nostalgic when I am bored and have too much time to think. At those times I sometimes let my thoughts wander to the "If I knew then" area of reminiscing. So for once I decided to actually sit down and put on paper (so to speak) things I wish I had told myself when I was 18.
Feel free to join in or speculate on what kind of crap happened to prompt some of this.
Spoilered for length.
Feel free to join in or speculate on what kind of crap happened to prompt some of this.
Spoilered for length.
Dear David,
I am you at age 33. I am here to tell you life is not as bad as you think it is. There will be ups and downs but over all things will be somewhat better. I am violating causality and giving you hints on how to progress in the future. I doubt our life is significant enough to be considered a fixed point in time so perhaps we will be able, working together, to create that better world. One that I have no place in but perhaps you will find a greater measure of satisfaction in.
Firstly, that oh-so-mysterious activity that your hormonal teenage mind wanders off too when you watch Troi and Crusher on Star Trek...is not what life is all about. Don't let the pursuit of that lead you to poor choices. It isn't all that wonderful anyway.
Secondly, David is your slave name. Bear is your name. It is different and endearing to the people who will really come to matter in your life by the time you reach my chronal frame of reference.
Thirdly, realize you won't have your grandparents forever. Have Grandma teach you to cook while you can, Mom can almost but not quite match it. Your last week of high-school go in to Grandpa's workshop every day and have him put you to work. Do this without complaint. It will not prevent the inevitable but perhaps it will give you one more day. Trust me, one more day would mean the world to you at this point.
Now those are the big three Bear, you are going by Bear at this point right? Beyond here is some more general advice. To say more risks watering down what you have to do, growing up.
First, don't be arrogant. Learn to be humble. The sooner you learn this lesson the happier your life becomes.
Don't make up stories about your life to impress people. It doesn't make you seem hip or cool, it makes you seem lame. Once you start being honest about how sheltered your life has been and how unwise to the ways of the world you are you suddenly find out who is and is not worth being around. Believe it or not your naivety isn't much of a curse, you are a pretty good judge of character.
Work your ass off for Ron. He is a dick and a half but he gives your first real job and cuts you way more slack than you think. Earn that trust.
Invest in a small company called "Google".
Redheads are nothing but trouble.
Blondes too.
Avoid women on heavy psychiatric meds.
He thinks you are gay and in to him. That is why he invites you to that club with the cool techno music. Handle it better than you did.
Your beer of choice is Smithwicks. I just saved you 15 years of beer tasting.
You like Absinthe, Spiced Rum, and Liqueurs. Avoid tequila. Seriously, fuck tequila.
Cats bring you joy.
Don't hang out with the "sandbox" group. They don't mesh with your roleplaying style and you eventually start acting like a dick.
When people wrong you don't just claim the moral high ground, take it. It took you too long to learn the difference.
Don't marry her.
Don't plan to enjoy Christmas again. Ever.
At least by the time you catch up to my local time frame you will have not lost touch with anyone who matters. Don't angst over the ones you have lost touch with. People come and go. It's life.
Stop drinking sodas. Otherwise in 2012 a doctor will tell you things you don't want to hear.
Visit the zoo more often. It is great exercise and you never tired of looking at the bears and the cats.
Take up miniature painting while your eyes are still good. It puts you in a zen state.
Read Batman, Green Lantern, and Deadpool. You will not regret this.
When he offers to sell you that Jericho for $300 take him up on the offer. You will feel stupid later for not.
Trust the crazy man in the blue box.
Your favorite music is by Rob Zombie, AC/DC, Aerosmith, and Lorena McKennit. I just saved you years of figuring out what music you like.
Manic pixie dream girls are a waste of your time.
That is about the best advice I can give you Bear. If a higher power wills it and the currents of space and time flow properly, maybe it will find it's way to you. Perhaps in this vast multiverse we have created a branching timeline where things got better faster. Who knows. Anything is possible.
Be righteous young Bear.
-Old Bear
I am you at age 33. I am here to tell you life is not as bad as you think it is. There will be ups and downs but over all things will be somewhat better. I am violating causality and giving you hints on how to progress in the future. I doubt our life is significant enough to be considered a fixed point in time so perhaps we will be able, working together, to create that better world. One that I have no place in but perhaps you will find a greater measure of satisfaction in.
Firstly, that oh-so-mysterious activity that your hormonal teenage mind wanders off too when you watch Troi and Crusher on Star Trek...is not what life is all about. Don't let the pursuit of that lead you to poor choices. It isn't all that wonderful anyway.
Secondly, David is your slave name. Bear is your name. It is different and endearing to the people who will really come to matter in your life by the time you reach my chronal frame of reference.
Thirdly, realize you won't have your grandparents forever. Have Grandma teach you to cook while you can, Mom can almost but not quite match it. Your last week of high-school go in to Grandpa's workshop every day and have him put you to work. Do this without complaint. It will not prevent the inevitable but perhaps it will give you one more day. Trust me, one more day would mean the world to you at this point.
Now those are the big three Bear, you are going by Bear at this point right? Beyond here is some more general advice. To say more risks watering down what you have to do, growing up.
First, don't be arrogant. Learn to be humble. The sooner you learn this lesson the happier your life becomes.
Don't make up stories about your life to impress people. It doesn't make you seem hip or cool, it makes you seem lame. Once you start being honest about how sheltered your life has been and how unwise to the ways of the world you are you suddenly find out who is and is not worth being around. Believe it or not your naivety isn't much of a curse, you are a pretty good judge of character.
Work your ass off for Ron. He is a dick and a half but he gives your first real job and cuts you way more slack than you think. Earn that trust.
Invest in a small company called "Google".
Redheads are nothing but trouble.
Blondes too.
Avoid women on heavy psychiatric meds.
He thinks you are gay and in to him. That is why he invites you to that club with the cool techno music. Handle it better than you did.
Your beer of choice is Smithwicks. I just saved you 15 years of beer tasting.
You like Absinthe, Spiced Rum, and Liqueurs. Avoid tequila. Seriously, fuck tequila.
Cats bring you joy.
Don't hang out with the "sandbox" group. They don't mesh with your roleplaying style and you eventually start acting like a dick.
When people wrong you don't just claim the moral high ground, take it. It took you too long to learn the difference.
Don't marry her.
Don't plan to enjoy Christmas again. Ever.
At least by the time you catch up to my local time frame you will have not lost touch with anyone who matters. Don't angst over the ones you have lost touch with. People come and go. It's life.
Stop drinking sodas. Otherwise in 2012 a doctor will tell you things you don't want to hear.
Visit the zoo more often. It is great exercise and you never tired of looking at the bears and the cats.
Take up miniature painting while your eyes are still good. It puts you in a zen state.
Read Batman, Green Lantern, and Deadpool. You will not regret this.
When he offers to sell you that Jericho for $300 take him up on the offer. You will feel stupid later for not.
Trust the crazy man in the blue box.
Your favorite music is by Rob Zombie, AC/DC, Aerosmith, and Lorena McKennit. I just saved you years of figuring out what music you like.
Manic pixie dream girls are a waste of your time.
That is about the best advice I can give you Bear. If a higher power wills it and the currents of space and time flow properly, maybe it will find it's way to you. Perhaps in this vast multiverse we have created a branching timeline where things got better faster. Who knows. Anything is possible.
Be righteous young Bear.
-Old Bear