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I’m playing video games all day every day. He would be amazed. It’s adult me knows it’s bad
Look, I’d like to see that little shit do better.
I would just encourage 14 year old me to knock my dad out until he figured out I wasn’t his beast of burden to yell and scream at. The last time he laid hands on me was 14. At the time I didn’t realize I physically intimidated him.
No shit.
14 year old me would not even have the capacity to comprehend it.
Future was just some made up nonsense back then and absolutely every single adult was part of a hive mind connected back to my mother. In addition, people weren’t really people, they were more like background noise who i had to be cautious of. The world didn’t exist outside my field of view.
I would kick 14 year old me in the ribs without a second thought. Kid was dumb af.
14 year old me knows that if he ever sees me he should start running. Unfortunately for him I can just run 14-year old me over with the family van. Then back up. Then drive again. Then backup again.
14 year old me would wonder how im still alive LOL
I think 14 year old me would be most disappointed that I’m no longer catholic. She’d probably be a mix of angry and excited that I’m trans. Shocked and confused when I explain to her that her parents’ marriage is really really bad and she’s going to need therapy for the way her dad treats her. Then she’s going to be kinda pissed when I tell her that her dad is right about her needing to do better in school, it’s just that he shouldn’t be yelling at her until she self harms about it. She’ll be proud I’m still friends with her friends and that I got out of Ohio to somewhere cool.
Oh then she’s going to be incredibly disappointed I married someone with tattoos, especially since I’ll call her a classist little shit about it, and that I never had kids.
My 14 year old self would just be impressed I am alive
IBS or the time of the month… my gawd thats a lot of blood
I think i would be mostly proud of myself. I did a lot of things right, but recently i keep asking myself the question “would i want to spend time with myself”? Like if there was a perfect clone of myself, same mindset, same body, same everything, would i like them?
Most of my life, the answer has been “Yes”. Now, i’m starting to respond to it with “no”, actually not. I’m just not the kind of person myself that i myself would like to be around; ironically that’s what makes me more popular among other people, it seems. So i’ve traded liking to be around myself to others liking to be around me. I still like myself, but i wouldn’t wanna be with another version of myself, if that makes sense. Of some things, there better exist only one of it, if you know what i mean.
I’m not sure if I’d be proud or disappointed.
trigger warning
By age 10, I’d already decided I was going to kill myself at 24, and I was looking forward to it, assuming I hadn’t already died by then. By my 14th birthday, I was doing my annual countdown from 10.
I don’t know if I’d be excited that I found things that made life worth living, or consider myself a failure for getting it wrong when I tried. Reflecting on that age, I don’t think myself an idiot or anything, I just see a kid who tried their best with what they had, and had already given up on what seemed like an inescapable situation. I feel bad for 14 year-old me, and I’m not sure I’d be able to face that kid without feeling completely destroyed.
So, I don’t know if there’s some kind of psychological phenomenon at play here — but it sounds like something very similar to a circumstance my mom went through (albeit, the stakes were much different).
She used to smoke, and when she decided she wanted to have a kid (eventually me) she gave it up. What she told herself was that if she quit and wanted to start back up at 65, ok? Who cares, she’s already old at that point so it’s not like it’s worse than having smoked for the previous 45 years.
Eventually never went back to them. She is actually repulsed by cigarettes now.
I think what I take from that is my mom didn’t really give up cigarettes, at least not psychologically. In her mind she could go back at any time and there was no issue, she’d just go back to not smoking (and she didn’t even do that, she just quit). I wonder if maybe a similar thing happened to you here? You gave yourself a goal so far ahead in the future that you also gave yourself ample time to grow — even if that goal was inevitably death. It’s almost like sewerslide was your way of equalizing the playing field.
Idk, I could be wrong — I’m glad you didn’t go through with it, though.
Why 24? If you don’t mind asking. That’s kinda odd number.
Like i chose 18, as im an adult by then and all the drug lectures at school painted a picture that I’d be offered drugs everywhere. So the plan was to OD at 18th birthday, seemed kinda nice way to go and a better alternative than become communal Fleshlight in the prison. Not that there was even any realistic threat of that happening, but thats in hindsight.
At 14 I was self harming and only couple years from my first suicide attempt. I don’t do either now, so yes, probably
Look man, If I wanted to disappoint two people at once I’d take my parents out for dinner or find a couple of neurotypicals and have a threesome.
If dinner goes well enough with your parents, maybe you can kill two birds with one stone.
Made me actually laugh out loud
huuuuuuuuuuurk
Tua!
that gave me a chuckle-urp. nice.
I’m going to enjoy torturing my 14-year-old self. My 14-year-old self was a shithead. But I was raised in a conservative Catholic house, and at that age I firmly embraced the version of reality common among the Fox News set. I was that annoying conservative high schooler. Sure I was repping hard, but I was still an idiot.
Now I’m a late-30s trans woman, about to celebrate 8 years of marriage to my wonderful husband.
The things I can say. I’m going to haunt this kid’s dreams.
I’m happy you found yourself and your husband, that’s awesome!
Haha oh fuck yeah!
If I had advice to give my younger self, I’d have to be very careful about the whole causality problem. At 45 I have two awesome kids aged 5 and 2. I have an amazing wife who multiplies both my happiness and ability to make a living. Both my wife and I were previously divorced. I wouldn’t change anything that might prevent me from meeting her and helping to bring my kids into the world.
If I had perfect temporal guardrails that would ensure this family path, I’d tell my younger self that it works out pretty well in the long run, but huge mistakes were needed to forge me into who I am today. Also, buy Nvidia stock.
I’d just term me to buy crypto in 2010 and sell in 2017. After its all gravy
