Came upon this idea in other blogs: If you could go back in time and have lunch with your younger self, what would you say to him? Since the only digital picture of me as a youngster is the one above, I'll give this thing a go and treat my Grade school self to a meal.
Now where would we stay? Hmm, there was no Starbucks then (and we both hate coffee) so I guess we would just share a large Friday Special thin crust at Shakey's.
As we get ready to eat, I would take a good look at him (er...me) and think "God, was I an ugly kid", but I won't tell him that, of course.
To get the boring stuff out of the way (as I know he has the uncanny ability to tune out when he's bored with a conversation), I'd tell him not to take his studies for granted (and still be the class clown). I'd say that the best career path for him would be in the arts and media, and to pursue hobbies that cultivate that: writing, listening to and imitating voices in cartoons and newscasts, drawing, singing, playing an instrument, and developing the guts to do all that in public.
and to respect his parents because he's also gonna be one in the future.
To get the boring stuff out of the way (as I know he has the uncanny ability to tune out when he's bored with a conversation), I'd tell him not to take his studies for granted (and still be the class clown). I'd say that the best career path for him would be in the arts and media, and to pursue hobbies that cultivate that: writing, listening to and imitating voices in cartoons and newscasts, drawing, singing, playing an instrument, and developing the guts to do all that in public.
and to respect his parents because he's also gonna be one in the future.
With that, I show him a picture of his future family:
Not bad, huh?
Then, as we finish up the pitcher of Coke, I'd give him the usual tidbits from a guy from the future:
-In high school, you're going to have your hair curled in the hope that this would improve your chances of girls liking you for your looks. Do NOT go through with this preposterous plan, trust me.
-Playing a musical instrument, on the other hand, is a chick magnet. Go practice.
-I still read comic books at this age. Superman, Batman and Captain America are going to die.
-Playing a musical instrument, on the other hand, is a chick magnet. Go practice.
-I still read comic books at this age. Superman, Batman and Captain America are going to die.
-Speaking of dying, your idol, Michael Jackson is also kicking the bucket in 2009.
-Take care of your toys. Those G.I.Joes, 6 million dollar man figures and Voltes V robots could earn you a fortune.
-Don't take up smoking in high school.
-Be active in sports. That great body will last you 'til your 40's and 50's.
-and finally, always bet on Manny Pacquiao.
Lastly, I would make him drool with excitement with the fact that computer games and the internet are going to be invented soon. And as we say our goodbyes I'd give him a big, long hug and tell him how proud I am of him.
He would probably say, "get your filthy hands off me, old man!"
And I would totally understand.
And I would totally understand.
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