Last Updated on: 23rd March 2018, 05:40 am
Gill is wondering what her kid self would think about her grownup self, and what sorts of advice grownup her might give to kid her. If I had to give my younger self advice, I would tell it to stop trying to be good at the piano. It’s not going to happen. Switch to the drums or put all your energy into singing before you get discouraged and burn out on music lessons. Also, yes, people think you’re funny. But sometimes it’s ok to be quiet. The line between amusing and obnoxious can be a fine one.
Have you ever wondered to yourself what eight-year-old you would say about who you are now? I thought about this yesterday, and came to the following conclusions.
- 1 Good and healthy – Eight-year-old me would probably be proud that now me was eating vegetables, some of which she might find yucky.
- 2 Having faith – Although eight-year-old me went to church, It wasn’t as big a priority.
- 3 Home – I honestly think eight-year-old me would rather live with my parents or on Endore with the E-walks.
Question
What would you tell your eight-year-old self if you could be given the chance to chat?
I think I would tell 8-year-old me to stop being such a puss about everything, try some more things, and for Christ’s sake learn to swim better. I would probably tell her to stop being so obnoxious too. For one thing, stop making that poor old guy’s hearing aid whistle every time you come near.
Serious question: Was 8-year-old you’s hesitance to put yourself out there and try things possibly where 38-year-old you’s belief that everything you touch gets contaminated with inadequacy and fail in spite of mountains of evidence to the contrary started?
Probably.
So 8-year-old me should figure out how to meet 8-year-old you and irritatingly make fun of you until you start doing stuff? Or something like that.
Hehehehe. Yeah, and maybe get our parents together so my mom can loosen up and my dad can stop screaming at me…now I’m just dreaming too much. My dad would just stand there going “Be more like Steve goddamn it!”
My dad was a bit of a screamer too, but usually that was when we got to acting a bit too much like kids to be compatible with whatever mood he was in. To his credit he was mostly ok with us wanting to do things and could even be helpful, either that or he’d stay out of the way and either let things happen or have no idea that they did.