I never thought there’d come a day when 25 would seem so irritatingly young. I remember being on the school bus when I was eight or nine and we’d go from lower campus at Kamehameha to pick up the kids in high school on upper campus. They seemed so old. Now I look at ninth-graders and they seem so tiny. The same transformation has happened with twentysomethings. When you are one? You rule the world. You know every answer. And your way is the right way.
It takes hindsight, I guess, to recalculate and add up all the stupid fucking decisions and the risky behavior that when bulletproof seemed like manifest destiny, but in reality, is mostly the luck of the draw. If I met the me from ages 25 – 35, I would tell him to quit being such an asshole. Think of those that love you. And can you please try to step out of yourself for one second?
My new theory is that it’s evolutionary. We need that bravado and sluttiness to propagate our genes. But at what cost? I’m not that old, really. But I see more clearly things in other people that I don’t like. And what you hate the most in others? Is really what you hate most about yourself.