21 People On What They Would Tell Their 19-Year-Old Selves

  • Jonathan, 55: There is no such thing as “the only one”. You will meet lots of “the ones”. Only commit when the timing is right for the both of you – that can take years for some, and that’s okay.
  • Miranda, 24: Drop pre-med.
  • Isaac, 48: Deodorant does not count as a shower, and that haircut only looked good on Bon Jovi.
  • Anya, 42: Make the conscious decision to be happy, and then stick with it. Society will do everything in its power to convince you that your personal happiness is dependent on something external – beauty, success, wealth, etc. – it isn’t.
  • Parker, 55: 60% of the things you think are important now won’t matter a whit to you by the time you reach 50. The trick is to figure out the important 40% and work it.
  • Megan, 34: He doesn’t love you, and you will be okay.
  • Peter, 58: Don’t let anything stand in your way of taking part (or all) of your junior year abroad. You’ll never again have quite the same opportunity to experience a foreign land, for an extended period of time, in your youth. It is destined to be one of the most memorable aspects of your life.
  • Eleanor, 67: Talk less. Listen more.
  • Donald, 27: There’s a huge difference between who you want to be and who everyone around you wants you to be. Figure out which is which.
  • Camille, 56: Always remember: when falling off a horse, pull your tongue in.
  • Jackson, 57: No one knows anything for sure. They’re all just doing the best they can with what they have, just like you.
  • Vicki, 47: You’ll never have all the answers, so make every question count.
  • Donald, 38: You don’t have to grow up to be the dad you never had.
  • Katelyn, 30: Make the most out of college. You will never again be at a place where your only goal is to learn. Learn a lot, learn often, and learn with reckless abandon.
  • Joshua, 55: Women love to laugh.
  • Annabelle, 38: Drugs are not beautiful, glamorous or opulent. They are not a remedy, a solution, a cure-all, or a cure-anything.
  • Colin, 50: You miss so much life when you sleep until 3 PM. Wake up to see sunrises; they are the most stunning of nature’s masterpieces.
  • Eleanor, 26: Eating two pints of ice cream won’t make you happy. Neither will sprinting 10 miles. Be nice to yourself.
  • Aaron, 52: Don’t forget to ask that girl in the Oberlin library what kind of perfume she’s wearing. You’ll buy it for her in 20 years.
  • Scarlett, 54: Don’t be afraid to be yourself. Those that get you will love you, those that don’t, well, their loss. Just remember: Wherever you are, it’s a party.
  • Zack, 9: I hope you’re awesome. And be nice to girls.

Everyone has six names.

  1. Your real name:
  2. your detective name (favourite colour and favourite animal):
    Turquoise Dolphin
  3. your soap opera name (middle name and street you live on): 
    Elizabeth Inslee
  4. your star wars name (first three letters of last name, first two of middle):
  5. superhero name (color of your shirt, first item to your immediate left): 
    Black Wall
  6. goth name (black and one of your pets): 
    Black Terrier

The thing about being a teenager
is that people expect you to get over things so quickly
simply because “you’re too young to be this sad”
or because “you still have so much life ahead of you”.

Like when you were four years old,
and you fell over outside and scraped your knee,
you were only given so much time to cry
because your mommy gave it a kiss and said,
“It’s all better now”.
And you weren’t allowed a bandage because
“You’re a big girl”.
But you wanted to cry longer and you did need a bandage
because although it was only a scrape,
it still hurt.

Or when you were ten years old,
and you felt something that you assumed was love
for the very first time,
and he didn’t like you back and called you names
and always spoke to the prettier girl.
But your mom just chuckled and said,
“I’m sure he likes you really, stop being silly”,
but he actually didn’t.
But you almost felt ashamed to cry because
you didn’t exactly understand what you were feeling
because you’d never really felt it before.
And you were just… being silly.
But you wanted to cry,
because although you were only young,
it still hurt.

Or when you were eighteen years old,
and you slept with a guy who never called you back,
and then he kissed another girl at the next party,
and probably slept with her, too.
Except you actually cared about him…
maybe too much…
but telling him that is known to be some sort of sin
because “feelings are stupid”
and “being eighteen is for having fun”.
But then it occured to you that you could be in love,
because every time you see him,
you’re reminded of something that you had
for just one night,
and nothing more.
And you cried between your knees,
but only in the shower,
so no one heard…
because if they did,
you would be made to feel like you asked for it.
And even though you know you deserve better,
it still hurt.

That’s the thing about being a teenager.
Things happen and you can’t change them.
You have to just “get on with them” and
“realise that there is so much more to life than this”.
And people tell you that in a few years,
none of it will even matter,
and that’s probably true…
but that doesn’t matter,
because it’s happening to you now.
And right now, it’s killing you.

Not just hurting.
It’s killing you.
And you can feel an actual pain inside your heart,
where happiness used to live,
but you can’t explain that to anyone without being labelled
or seen as someone overreacting.

You can’t tell your friend because she’s found
someone who likes her back.
You can’t tell your mom because she’ll only
tell you things will get better soon and
that’s not something you want to hear
when you believe that they won’t.
You can’t tell a stranger because they don’t
know the full story.
They won’t understand.

So, you keep quiet.
You tell no one.
Do nothing.
Cry some more, and hope to
get past it all by yourself.
And pray to something… anything…
that someday,
you’ll be able to look at certain scars
and not even remember how you got them.

But right now,
the scars hurt and the pain hurts
and trying to forget hurts.

But none of that really matters anyway,

You’re just a teenager, after all.

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