Now That You're Old-ish (Open Letter 1)

Dear 30-Year Old Me,

Duuudde!! Damn, you really got your s%&t together huh? Got to admit, I was -and still am- a little, nay, a lot concerned for you.

For starters, I'm sorry if this letter made you miss out on that "dream" job after it mysteriously surfaced when they did a background check on you. If it did, or maybe it is yet to, but point is if it does, don't curse the stupidity of your younger self. No!. Take pride in knowing that in the depths of your younger, slightly more ignorant mind, you had the ability to shape what people think of you now.

Confused? Well, that makes two of us...  is it one of us? Hmm... 

I hope you got to travel the world. You should be on your second passport now (this better be because you filled the first one and not because it expired in that dusty drawer I have it stashed). If by any chance it is, despite my utter disappointment in your ignoramus-ness, I know it's still a shared dream. In case you haven't noticed, YOU ARE 30 NOW wake the $%#% up and start living the dream.

If these past 6+ years have gone according to the plan  we have in play, you must be slightly close to well off. You were wise enough to sign up for that wealth management plan those ads kept preaching to you, right? Plus I'm sure you're all grown up career-wise: congrats for that by the way. That, and you stopped mistreating your bod', gained some extra pounds in muscle mass, chased that gut-fat away. You get where I'm going with this?

Speaking of taking care of your bod' though, I just gotta ask, did you get your vodka abuse shenanigans in check? If you are an alcoholic, just look for the tallest building  in the city/state/country you are in, go to the rooftop and just throw yourself off it! 

"But what about my family?" you ask? What about them? For starter you probably have none (maybe the one you were born into and now are just but a disgrace of a son). But in the of chance you began your own, trust me,  you are worth more to them dead than alive, dumb-ass. That way they will cremate your shell of a body and toss the remains into the wind and go about their lives in peace. 

Hey, I know my harshness is uncalled for because (1.) You did clean your act up like I led by saying and (2.) If you went down the rabbit hole I am more to blame for the mess you might be in- technically speaking (unless they have invented time machines in your era).

Now for the elephant in the room and my whole point of writing to you to begin with... Amm... Ah... How is she? How long has it been since you last spoke, let alone saw each other? Her wedding maybe? Huh? Come on... don't act like you don't know who i'm talking about. 

Please tell me she's finally happy. More importantly, please tell me we learnt to finally stop obsessing - coz honestly that was a tad bit pathetic, right? Nah. She was worth it, huh? You know the question I want to ask, I know you do... It has something to do with... On second thought, let me just wait and see how that one plays out. But remember this date, 17th March 17.  If she never forgave you, maybe because things took a turn for the worst and you effectively changed the course of both your futures... Just remember, I am to blame.

Live while you are still alive. Atone for the sins of your younger self. Right my wrongs as I try to shape the man you'll be. If you're reading this, then it means *missing text* ... moving bus. You are a better man with each day you live out of your boyhood ways. 

If you lose touch of who you were, get lost in what you are and who you want to become, it better be good. Or else.. well, refer to *missing text*. This time i'm not bluffing. If you forgot what said text is code for call up your old pal Beth and have her remind you.

With love (or something like that)

         (Almost) 24 year old you

PS: Maybe it was wrong of me to post your private life like this for the whole world to read. Sorry? But in so doing I immortalized your memory. Make that count for something, okay?