I don’t know how it is for you, but when I look back at 24-year-old me, I am not impressed. I guess what I’m saying is that there are a lot of us who definitely don’t have their shit together when they’re 24. They say your prefrontal cortex isn’t fully developed until 25 at the earliest, but I feel like it was closer to 30 for me. Granted, I’m kind of a dummy anyway, so this probably doesn’t apply to everyone.
I don’t look at other people as if they are or were me, I look at them as if they are their own people who may or may not be living their life differently from me.
I don’t know how it is for you, but when I look back at 24-year-old me, I am not impressed. I guess what I’m saying is that there are a lot of us who definitely don’t have their shit together when they’re 24. They say your prefrontal cortex isn’t fully developed until 25 at the earliest, but I feel like it was closer to 30 for me. Granted, I’m kind of a dummy anyway, so this probably doesn’t apply to everyone.
Just wait. 45 year old me was cringe. And 35 year old me? How did that guy even have friends.
That reads as “I couldn’t make those decisions at that age, so obviously no one else could.”
I say this as someone that had my first child at 23, after talking about it with my girlfriend since the age of 19.
We don’t regret a thing. (Well, apart from not winning the lottery. Yet.)
24-year-old me was an awesome badass and I regret nothing.
What happened man? You used to be cool.
I was a shit person at 24 who knew nothing so everyone must’ve been a shittier person at 24 who knew even less than me, vibes.
I don’t look at other people as if they are or were me, I look at them as if they are their own people who may or may not be living their life differently from me.