Sometimes I imagine what would happen
if I became a time traveller after hitting my forties or fifties and
decided to go bug my current self or see if my friends recognized
them. They'd have short, spiky, possibly blue hair and probably wear
a black leather jacket. Maybe even one of the ones I own now. They
may have gotten a mastectomy or gone on testosterone, and they'd
probably call me weird nicknames that I wouldn't let anyone else use
and ruffle my hair like I'd be tempted to do if I met my junior high
self (though that one would get annoyed, so I wouldn't actually do
it.)
I say forties and fifties because my
thirty-something-year-old-self is a completely unimaginable enigma to
me. I barely know what I'll be up to in a year--in my thirties?
Ahahaha, yeah right. I guess anything after that seems so remote I
can speculate about it. Not that that makes sense or anything.
I'm tempted to say something here about
hanging onto my curiousity as I grow up and learn more about myself,
but it seems trite so I won't. Oops, already did. Anyway, sometimes I
think "oh, I'm really starting to see my likes and dislikes and
limits in ways that I haven't
before. I'm becoming my adult self." Then I decide that's a dumb
assumption to make and I should just carry on absorbing information
like I have been until I can't.
On the
darker side of things, I sometimes wonder how much pain my current
financial decisions will cause me in the next couple decades. I've
already decided the education and the experiences are worth whatever
the consequences will be--they're not a car or a house or things,
so they can't be taken away from me. I will not regret it, ever, even
if I spend the rest of my life without a permanent home or being able
to fully support myself. And I've already done one thing that I
decided I wouldn't regret regardless of whether it hurt later (which
it does, sometimes), and I was right--I don't regret it. Granted,
kissing someone you just met and will in all likelihood never see
again isn't actually anywhere near comparable to taking out thousands
of dollars in loans to pay for four years of college courses. Still,
I feel the same sense of conviction.
I
wonder if my forty-something-year-old self will read this. Seems
likely as long as I don't lose my computer or something before then.
Or as long as this blog stays around. I like to think they'll be
amused, but probably not any more than I'm amused at the idea now.
The possibility of them thinking I'm a complete dumbass comes to
mind, but I think that's more insecurity talking than anything else.
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