If I had a quarter for every time Breanna has mentioned that Mike is getting the good years (of my friendship and me in general), I would be doing a hell of a lot more shopping these days. It’s just so easy to see it clearly when it’s all in the past. Which should make writing a letter to the old me easier … Right?
October 27th: A Letter to My Younger Self
(Read the original Blogtober 2014 post here!)
I’ve been struggling to start this thing off with something other than “Hey Bitch,” and I’m coming up short. Why fight it, ya know? This is just who I…(?) We are. I swear, one day, I’m going to figure out how I’m supposed to address the person, that is me, that I am also writing these letters to.
First things, first: you are insane.
Despite what you may believe, rage is not the best way to handle every situation or feeling a person is faced with. It’s okay to show a little softness every once in awhile. Maybe, lowering some of those walls might even help earn some understanding from the people in your life.
For example, that one time Wesley was driving everyone to the movies and you forgot your hoodie and he refused to turn around and get it? Because he offered you his hoodie and y’all were already running late? And then you lost your mind, climbed over someone else to get out of the backseat while the car was still moving, and then made a cop drive you home? Yeah… super uncool.
Honestly, that kind of behavior is super unattractive and embarrassing. Besides that, I’m having a hell of a time trying to convince the people that have been around awhile (Wesley) that I’m not a total psycho anymore. Do us both a favor and just be cool.
Second topic: fried foods are not friends.
There are numerous things that will make you feel like you have knives in your stomach, fried foods are one of the main ones. That particular food group, that will try to get out as soon as you put it in, also includes: Coke, Doritos, dairy, daytime sinus and cold medications, etc. Just stop ingesting really shitty things and you’ll stop feeling really shitty. Seems simple right? Yeah, you wish. I still haven’t learned my lesson.
PS Salsa is not a vegetable.
Last, but definitely not least, your thyroid. It’s fucked.
Seriously screwed up, even though I’m still not sure if it’s under or overactive… One of those things I’ll nail down eventually. Either way, go to the doctor, get it checked, and then take your damn medication. You’re unstable, and tired, and chubby. Get your shit together!
Long story short, chill the fuck out and start taking care of yourself. Please… for me and everyone else.
What advice would you give to your younger self?