Personally, I'd either slap myself or just roll my eyes and shake my head depending on the mood the past-me is in. I was just looking through my book case when I came across some of my old journals. I started flipping through my first one which I wrote in when I was a freshman/sophomore in high school. I am so embarrassed at myself just reading it. I was so...annoying and whiny and awkward and immature. I kind of want to burn it but it feels like I'd be burning away a part of myself even if I'm not the same. I have all of these memories in there, things I haven't thought about again until I read about them just now. I have a ticket from when I went to El Faro a Colon (Lighthouse for Columbus, as in Christopher Columbus) and a sweet smelling flower from my visit to Dominican Republic in 2004 pressed flat between pages, first impressions of people I've met, the first time I felt my left eyelid started to twitch so I thought I was going crazy, the time I came back from the summer writers' workshop and my mom made me take a pregnancy test because she was being paranoid enough to believe I could get pregnant still being a virgin. I haven't written in the last journal for almost a year; the last entry is from April the 13th of last year. Maybe I'll start writing in it again and maybe four or five years from now I'll find it and think "I really hope no one reads this," the same thought that passed through my mind when I read through my older journals. Or maybe the me-right-now is as stable as it's going to get. Who knows.
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I think the old me would be shocked... wondering why I am so confident and how I got lucky with women....
I don't know how many of us would like talking to that person honestly.
Ha! I'd tell her not to try so hard and to just be comfy in her own skin.
wooooah. Your mom is crazy. I think we all hate our old me's....but they made us into who were are today.
I would first give myself winning lottery numbers. (We can do that, right?) Then I would tell myself to break up with my boyfriend and wait for this guy I'd meet in college. Then I would tell myself to move out of the house as soon as possible, in order to save my relationship with my parents. Then I would kick my shin, just to drive it all home. Then I would disappear in a cloud of smoke and lightning.