Hey guys, I was working on / brainstorming projects for the blog when I was hit by a teensy tornado of inspiration and felt compelled to turn that energy into a short post instead of channeling it into something productive like cleaning my room or doing laundry (ugh, I know right?)…
I wish I could take a picture of my living room right now and send it back in time to my younger self. People are always talking about how they would drop little butt nuggets of wisdom on their younger self. While I think that is a charming idea, I would have to lean towards not doing this. I think it is important to learn things on ones own, unless it’s something like losing the sense of taste because you just had to try battery acid, then by all means, warn yourself. But, really, I just think it would be hilarious to torture my younger self with pictures of me eating ice cream for breakfast at 26 years of age.
As I was saying though, I wish I could take a picture of my living room right now, BECAUSE IT IS LITTERED WITH GIANT CARDBOARD BOXES. The 5 year old version of me would go ape shit at the site of this picture. That’s because I quickly learned at a young age that imagining things (and picking my nose) was kinda right in my wheelhouse and I would end up spending hours thinking up different scenarios in giant boxes.
For some reason I always imagined a tank and would proceed to conquer my house.
But my absolute favorite was imaging the box to be a modest sized home. Nothing too flashy and not too much of a fixer upper. I would end up spending so much time in my “home” that I would eat my meals and sleep in there until my parents realized they were probably perpetuating a life of living in cardboard boxes and quickly disposed of the box.
Over time though, a negative correlation between “cardboard boxes” and “imagination potential” starts to emerge. By the time you hit 25, the sight of an empty cardboard box can easily be found within your top 10 pet peeves list. Now I see all these boxes and I’m like, “Son of a bitch, this is gonna be a pain in the ass to get rid off, maybe I can turn it into an impromptu piece of furniture”
But, I have to admit, that just for a second, I revert back to my 5 year old self just before I realize trash day was yesterday.
So, now I’m curious, what would you want to rub in the face of your younger self? Because lets face it, that little bugger probably won’t hold back that it has absolutely zero responsibility.