Monday, 1 August 2011

Dear Laura

For the last two days #dearyoungself has been trending on twitter. Aside from the fact that I am almost sure this should be #dearYOUNGERself, I like the idea.

To save my long-suffering twitter followers from an unrelenting torrent of situation-specific advice aimed at college-aged me (which is when I was at my most ridiculous), I’m joining in through my blog.

You are welcome.

And so, without further ado...

Dear Me,

You’re starting college. I know this seems like an amazing opportunity to cultivate an entirely new image, but it will ruin your first day. Be yourself. Nobody will thank you for trying to become Avril Lavigne.

You’re in your first Psychology lesson. For god’s sake, please don’t sit next to that boy with the long hair. You will not retain even a tiny bit of information all year.

You’re in your first English Literature lesson. PLEASE don’t sit next to Leigh. You two are destined to become best friends, but she will definitely have you branded as a troublemaker before Christmas.

You’ve just been asked out by one of the best looking boys in the year. I know you think he’s joking, but I promise that he’s not. You should go for it.

That boy in English Language has just told THE WORLD that he fancies you. Instead of ignoring him for the rest of term, let him take you out for a coffee. Apparently, his family are disgustingly rich.

That boy with the long hair is now your boyfriend. Don’t try and change for him. You will later find out that he was amazed that you even gave him the time of day.

You’re at a gig, and your boyfriend is in the band. Don’t ruin his night by flirting outrageously with every single male person in the bar. This is his night, not yours.

When you break up with your first real boyfriend, do it in private. One day someone will break up with you in a restaurant and you’ll understand exactly how he felt.

You’re offered the chance to work on the college newspaper. Take it. Writing will be really important to you one day.

You’ve fallen in love with a friend. You should definitely tell him. If you tell him you like him now, he’ll say he likes you too. And then he’ll never go out with that girl who makes him stop talking to you.

You’ve developed an all-consuming crush on a boy called Mike. Dying your hair red will not make him fancy you, but do it anyway. And when he tells you it looks nice, try not to walk into the doorframe.

There’s a boy in your life that will tell you he’s gay. Even though you guessed a long time ago, this is still an amazing moment. I know you’ll worry about it afterwards, but the way you react is perfect. He’ll tell you so himself one day.

Finally, stop worrying. Especially about how you look. Your hair recovers from all the damage, your skin clears up and your eyebrows grow back. You are literally GORGEOUS.


p.s. To save us all from the abject misery of my more recent love life, I am choosing not to tell my younger self about any of that horrible business. And, to be honest, I think that some mistakes are necessary.