Three things.
- Brush your damn teeth.
- Spend time with your elderly family members while you still can.
- Compound interest.
Last year, when my daughter moved to college, I wrote her a letter containing my best advice.
Brush your damn teeth was at the top.
And I extend this advice to ANYONE ELSE who needs it.
A fucked tooth is one of the most painful things I’ve ever experienced, and the way you fix it, is to pull it. And it NEVER comes back. Repeat this a few times and you’re embarrassed to smile in front of anyone. It really messes with your self worth, and there’s no coming back.
Please, brush your damn teeth, and don’t start smoking.
Please everyone,
My kids think I’m annoying for nagging them about their teeth, but I’m on a mouth fixing journey due to medical tooth loss and it is slow, painful, expensive, and embarrassing. People think I either do drugs or never learned to brush my teeth and I’d hate to see my kids go through that. It’s a secondary reason to my continued masking in public and masking is absolutely the only reason I was able to find the job I have. Not that I am unqualified, but if I had smiled in an interview I never would have been called back.
You aren’t lazy, you aren’t undisciplined, you just have ADHD. get that shit diagnosed and treated or you’ll lose your full ride scholarship.
A desk job is fine, and you’re good at programming. Don’t be afraid to major in something computer related.
BTC is a scam but buy a lot of it as early as possible, it’ll peak around 65k. God doesn’t exist, the republicans are fucking ghouls
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
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Most of your problems are due to undiagnosed ADHD.
- Don’t date her.
- Don’t ever start drinking.
- Turns out you’re gay and you don’t know it yet.
Buy bitcoin.
DONT START SMOKING.
This is the way!
“No one will care about the GED. You did the right thing dropping out of that bullshit. You’ll get into college next year.”
Incidentally, nothing on that GED was anything I hadn’t learned by middle school. I got an ‘honors’ GED because it was so fucking easy. I’m not trying to brag. I don’t think I’m some kind of genius. It was just really easy. And then I spent the next decade, even though I did get into college, thinking people would think I was a fraud because I took the easy way out.
It all changed when I got invited to my 10 year high school reunion and realized even they didn’t care.
I would still be a housekeeper if I hadn’t taken the GED. It was easy because it takes real ife experience in to account.
- You’ll survive those few days of 25C. Believe me, you’ll wish for them soon enough when stuck with 40C days in spring.
- You’ll have fun
- You’ll marry (eventually)
- Believe the doctor on the underwear part
- You won’t have kids, it worked
- in 100 years, nothing will matter, go have fun and talk to girls. ;)
Bitcoin, gme stock. Start buying now and don’t stop until rich.
Smarten the fuck up, fucking graduate and then get your ass out of that Podunk town and get a real fucking job ASAP. You’re worth more than they let you think you are.
You don’t have super powers, you’re not having a “spiritual crisis,” you have ADHD and you’re losing your shit. See a doctor. Medicine is good.
That’s it. That would basically rewrite the last 18 years of my life (not that it’s been bad, but I lost out on doing cool stuff in my 20s to figuring out I had, and how to deal with, my mental illness)
Dump your highschool sweetheart, she’s a cheating bitch when she goes off to college. Instead, date the girl you liked for 3 years but she didn’t come around until you started dating the one who broke your heart. Though she was late to the game, and broke your heart 3 years straight… when she came to you with that 12 page letter, she was legit. She found and married the guy who was just like you and they lived happily… until covid killed her early on in the covid saga. But if she’d married me, she wouldn’t have been in Georgia. She’d still probably have been a nurse, but not there. She might still be alive. Oh, and that rebound gal you dated, knocked up and married after the first gal, the cheater, broke your heart? She widows you. And shit just gets worse from there.
Your resiliency matters more than your fear of making a mistake, and you’ll never cover any ground if you can’t take a step.
There’s a book called “chasing failure” by Ryan Leek that covers this really well. When you reframe what failure and success look like to you it opens up a lot of opportunities you’d never know were there!
I’ll have to look that one up, thank you!
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