So, this is sort of trending on the internet at the moment, and I thought it was a cute idea. Besides, I feel like I spend all my time randomly listing facts and opinions on this blog, so it’s nice to write something a little bit more personal!
Excuse me while I indulge myself.
To My Sixteen Year Old Self,
First of all, you’re going to need to learn to smile. You’d be surprised how much easier life will be when you learn to laugh at yourself and the stupid shit you get yourself into. I know you’ve put a lot of effort into developing the perfect sulk, but it’s not a life skill that will ever get you anywhere. Smiling is.
Stop picking on your parents. Yes, they drive you mad, but you’d be surprised at just how much you return the favour.
School sucks. There is not a sixteen year old in the world who can disagree. Put your head down and get on with it, because there is no escape. You’ll spend a lot of time feeling like a lonely, scruffy weirdo, because you don’t spend two hours in the morning straightening your hair and rolling around in bronzer. There will come a time, believe it or not, where you will be glad you never put in all that effort (just to sit in classes! What a waste of make-up/time/skin). You’ll leave school, and in the big wide world, you will meet real people. And oh god, you will love them so much. It’s nice to have friends – but you’re going to end up with a good little crowd of soul-mates.
For some reason, you’re embarrassed of your comic book collection, and your Batman obsession. Batman Begins was amazing, and no one you know seems to have noticed. Don’t worry. They will.
Boys also suck. They’re cruel, strange and selfish (almost as much as girls, in fact). It takes a while, but they grow out of it. In fact, after a few disasters, you are going to meet a boy, and he will love you for your brains, your comic book collection, and your strangeness.
It seems unlikely, but it happens. You’re a lucky girl.
People will constantly tell you that your school days are the best days of your life, but don’t worry, they’re lying, because they’re old and don’t remember how boring it is. University will signal the start of the best days of your life, but now, Sixteen Year Old Me, you are about to turn twenty-three, and nothing seems to be getting worse. If anything, the best days of your life have been going pretty steadily for three whole years. And there’s no sign of anything slowing down.
The economy sucks, graduates are more common than house flies, and you’re not entirely sure just how much student debt you are in, but you will somehow land your dream job. After many…not-so-dream jobs.
All in all, you clueless little lump of teenager, things will turn out fine. Do yourself a favour; ditch the black clothes and the grumpy face and get on with it.
All my love,
Me, Who Is About To Turn Twenty Three.
There. That wasn’t so bad. If anything, it’s put me in a remarkably good mood.