Have you ever been asked, or thought about what it would be like to have a chance for a chat with your younger self? What would you say to yourself – assuming you’re now older and allegedly wiser. Would you try and pass on any of that wisdom? Would you try to prevent yourself from making certain mistakes? Give a warning of some kind?

Forgetting about all of that time paradox crap and just thinking about a couple of things I would tell myself… I would tell my stupid ass to go to college – though if I had done that I might not have my daughter today… Oh wait that’s a time paradox. Okay, I would go back and tell myself that having good friends is a wonderful thing, but family is just as important so quit dicking around. I might tell myself to lighten up a little. That my parents did understand me more than I thought they did.

Here’s how I think the convo might go:

“Hey Steph.”

Gobsmacked silence at being confronted with an older version of myself.

“When did I stop wearing black all the time?”

“When you realised that being goth wasn’t a lifestyle, it was just a phase.”

“Oh. Do we still like decent music?”

“Oh that never changes. But your tastes do broaden.”

“Oh dear.”

“Listen I can’t stick around. I just wanted to do this:”

*thwap*

“Ow!”

And there you have it. I’d give myself a good thwap and be on my way. How very Hitchhiker’s 🙂