Krysten donated a very reflective idea weeks ago to write something I would say to my 10 year old self. I talked to young me before- but never this young. Wish me luck.
“Wow, you’re so old, you must be like 22 or something ancient. You must have everything sorted.”
“Hey! I’m not old, I’m a young person! And before you ask, no, I don’t have a proper job or own a house or a dog, and I’m not married. It turns out you don’t just magically know everything when you turn 20.”
“Not even a dog? What have you been doing all this time?”
“Well I have learnt a few things, do you want to hear them or not?”
*little Freya nods*
“Right now you listen to your parents’ music, Madness, The Clash, The Specials. But you’re about to go through a massive “smash hits” phase because you think that’s the key to being cool. It’s not.”
“But how will I be cool if I don’t know all the words to Beyonce?”
“Actually you’re right little Freya, that would make us pretty cool. But that music you listen to at the moment isn’t as uncool as you think. Also I think you’re quite excited that boob growth is imminent, am I right?”
“No… well a little bit, all the other girls are wearing crop tops already!”
“I’m sorry to break it to you but they aren’t coming for another 4 years, and when they do appear… just don’t get disappointed. You’re going to love them one day.”
“Okay stop talking about gross stuff already. What’s next?”
“This is last and most important thing… please don’t pick up the habit of saying ‘like’ all the time. I can’t get rid of it, but maybe you can change the future?”
“Er, okay. I guess I could, like, try or something.”
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