I just HAD to post this. Getting sick and tired of all the feminist extremism and guy bashing.
Dear 15 year-old me.
I’ve been reading lots of Dear 15 year-old me posts recently, so I thought what the hell, I’m gonna do one too.
Dear 15 year-old me, you NEED to wake up;
Drop all the baggy clothes and the I’m-cool-as-fuck attitude; looking back at the photos, you looked like an idiot.
Study, FOR FUCK’S SAKE. You’ve spent your whole life thus far running away from your studies and you’ll continue to do so up till the day of your A levels, but for what reason? To slack more? What’s the point? Nothing to gain, everything to lose. Get your bloody act together, and study. Or else you’ll end up a failure who’s gonna do something he has zero interest in. 21 year-old me hates you for this.
DO NOT quit rugby. I say again, DO NOT. Rugby NEVER affected your results - YOU affected your results, and blamed rugby. Quitting was the worst thing you could’ve done. You lost your CCA points, you got fat - and I mean WAYYYYYY fat - and no, your results by no means improved. And yes, that loss of at least SOME form of exercise is gonna come back and hit you one day.
Drop that first cigarette that J offers you; you’ll never be able to give smoking up for the rest of your life. Money wasted, family disappointed, life shortened.
DO NOT have that first major fight with your parents. It’s gonna spiral and lead to more and more fights, their disappointment building up, and in a few years they’d be on the verge of giving up on you, several times.
I know you’ve been in an all-boys’ school till now, and in a year, you’re finally gonna meet girls, but remember - everything they told you about girls is true. They’re nothing but trouble. Life was so much simpler and happier in a male-only environment. You’re gonna do stupid things you never thought you’d ever do, get your heart broken several times, then start all over again.
Oh, and just to add on to the above point, nice guys finish last, ALWAYS. Don’t listen to movies or fairytales; it doesn’t work that way. You want that chick? Be an asshole. Tested and proven. You’ll avoid a million Friendzones and disappointments. Oh yea, FRIENDZONE - get used to this word.
DO NOT go to JC. Mum said you won’t adapt to the JC study-centric culture. And you went anyway, just to please the teenage rebel in you by going against her. SHE WAS RIGHT, YOU IDIOT. You’re gonna struggle with your subjects, the workload’s gonna be overwhelming, you’re not gonna be able to cope and you’re gonna break down several times. And at the end of the day, the only place you’re gonna make it to is Engineering. So your desire to be a teenage rebel is gonna cost you your future, and 21 year-old me’s gonna study something he has zero interest in. Biggest.Mistake.Ever.
Even if you somehow convince yourself you’d make it in JC, STICK TO CJC. Appealing outta CJ and into SR (just because you thought PAE was awesome) was just…stupid. Sure, you had a bit of fun in SR, but God knows you would’ve done a lot better in CJ, and possibly end up in some thing other than Engineering.
And God damnit, you should’ve just followed Kenny Ong to his church. Maybe if somehow that move convinced you to believe in any damn religion, you wouldn’t end up screwing up so badly.
Dear 15 year-old me, just have fun with life. Don’t do things cause you think you’d be cool, don’t change yourself cause you’re scared of what other people would think of you, don’t get affected when other people judge you, and BALL UP. Take responsibility.
All in all, hey 15 year-old me, you’ll still make it. Chill.
