Apricot (http://askapricot.com/) challenges you:
If you could write a letter to your younger self, giving advice for troubles that will happen in the future, what would it look like? What would you say? Would the letter be funny, or would it be serious?
Here is the letter to myself at different ages:
At age 13:
You're about to make a big decision that you're not ready for and will change you forever. You're not disposable. Cherish each day with dad. He's old and rickety. Listen to what he says. This year you are going to suffer and you are going to wish you were dead. You will try it. Several times. But you will fail. Later, you will be happy you failed but now...yes, your life is shit. You're weird. You cry out for help but no one hears you. No one understands you and you REALLY need to reconsider your hair and outfit choices. But guess what, deep down you love yourself. Look in the mirror, toots! You're beautiful. Stop wishing you were Robyn. Yes, she's tall and beautiful....but, she's a dick. You're not alone. You're building a strength that no one else will ever understand. Ever. Wait like...a year, tops! You're gonna be hot! lol
P.S. You will be this height for the rest of your life...stop measuring yourself everyday, lying that you're 5"5...
At age 16:
See, I told you you were going to be hot! Really, you'll never have a 6-pack ever again. Tuck in all your shirts girl! Show off that waist! Wooo! Please! For our sake...lol
You're so ambitious and bright! You're so angry and militant! You're developing character and discovering that there is more to life than what's in front of you. People don't understand and you don't care. I admire you.
P.S. Stop chasing Afroman and hug your mother.
At age 19:
Its okay to have no idea where you're headed or what you want to do but listen...you're making $13/hour with like 3 bills. SAVE DUMBASS! Pay your bills on time. You're fucking up your credit by being irresponsible and this will follow you for the rest of your life....
Don't sip the Koolaid! You don't need the make-up, the shoes, the glitz, the glamour. You don't need to be that version of yourself. You're beautiful.
P.S. Stop chasing Afroman.
At age 21:
Congrats, you caught Afroman. Was it all you dreamed? Yea, I thought so. You've just moved into your apartment. You've got some things going for you but guess what...you don't need to be sooooooooo...on all the time. Loosen up. This is going to be hard. Hey! Get your damn tooth pulled! Go to the doctor more! That job aint worth shit. Those people are liars and they will turn on you for $1. Enjoy your youth.
Afroman broke your heart and made you cry. so many times. He's not the man you thought he was, I know. But guess what...you don't need him.
P.S. Gay men don't know shit about shit. Don't act like they're the Bible. Keep your lady friends close...
Love you now and forever,
I challenge you guys to write a letter to yourselves...I almost cried writing this so I had to kind of change it up at the end...