For me, it would be that I smoke weed
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That I’d rather go outside than play video games all day.
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That I no longer care about becoming a software developer and work in a huge corporation (fuck 'em)
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That I still have no girlfriend.
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10 year old me would be surprised that my predicted death didn’t happen. As a bit of fun one time my cousin, my sister, and I all wrote obituaries for ourselves and I couldn’t imagine living past 35 so that’s when I set my death date. It would be a bit of a shock for him that I’m staring down the big 4-0 (still a bit of a shock for me).
That it all worked out, somehow.
I can’t imagine 10 year old me
That I live in a small car with my wife and a cat. lol Never would have ever guessed that.
At least it’s temporary as we are buying land and will soon get an RV and build a house.
That I never watched the final Star Wars movie. I was 10 years old in 1977 when the original came out
“Still a fat loser I see. And a weed smoker? But, our D.A.R.E lion? 🥺”
that im still alive
20 was the expectancy
i always say im running on fumes of spite now and i got plenty of spite still leftI guess how much I’m still the same person. Sure, I have a house, a job, I’m an adult. But I also still play video games, including stuff like RCT which I lived back in the day. My brain still switches from interest to interest, and my brain is still completely obsessed whatever interests me at the moment. Ultimately I’m still that slightly weird nerdy kid, just grown up.
12 y/o me would probably be amazed that his fancy new Nintendo DS is still alive and kicking almost 20 years down the line. In hindsight it’s not too surprising though, because I always treated it with the utmost respect and care.
That i don’t believe in god anymore. My family was very religious growing up
The brainwashing is real. Took me years to fully grow out of it.
That I’m a runner. Never in my life did I imagine ever enjoying running. Aiming for my first marathon in spring!
10 year old me would be extremely disappointed in my Christmas lights.
I should have Clark W. Griswold level lights, but with colors and blinking lights.
Instead I put up all plain white lights along the windows and doors and a wreath like a reasonable person.
It’s so much work as an adult with adult responsibilities to find time to hang lights, and even worse when you have to take them down.
I am ashamed.
Life gets worse. Much worse. And you will survive and even find happiness. And everything you needed, you had it all along.
not a lot, ive always been fucked up & hella gay. although im not racist anymore, so thats good. LOL (although i mightve expected to have real friends still) What a sad life.
That I’m pregnant. I was a tomboy and very masculine. This is as far away from masculine as I can be at least in a physical sense. It’s not as bad as I thought.
