“What
would you say to yourself 8 years ago? You know, if you had to give yourself
advice.”
Well,
I’d begin by telling myself not to go around asking people to crack my
knuckles. “It’s a particularly strange habit and you’ll garner a negative
reputation,” I’d say. And then I’d tell
myself to get rid of the beaded string hanging around my glasses, which regrettably
depicted me as a premature, chicken-legged librarian. “Burn it,” I’d advise. I’d
then break a devastating fact to my naïve and utterly simple sixth grade self.
“The teachers can see you in the back of the class acting like a psycho,” I’d
say with grim sincerity.
You
get the picture. The list goes on and on. I’d rather not revisit those days; in
fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve already chucked all 3 of my middle school yearbooks
into the Pacific. I have high hopes that they’ve journeyed through the
digestive tract of an exceptionally vicious great white.
Instead,
I’d like to give advice for 39-year-old me. There are lots of things I have to
say to future Ashley. I’ve devised an
especially useful list that I’ll surely revisit in 2034—after all, I’m in the
smartest stage of my life.
1. Don’t let the kids ruin you.
If
you even have kids, that is. You? With kids?
Really, really bizarre. We’re talking about the same person who accidentally
allowed her rat to stick its face into a lit cinnamon candle (luckily, singed
whiskers were the extent of the damage. You can stop dialing ASPCA).
But
if you do happen to have kids
(there’s no stopping you, I guess—or maybe there is. That part’s a little
confusing), I advise you not to let them ruin your life. I.e., try to stick
with the stuff you love. Reading. Writing. Acting like a sophisticated maniac.
Point being, don’t be one of those moms who looks tired 24/7; keep the pep in
your step. And if all else fails, pack up the kids and move to the Virgin
Islands because at least you’ll have the sun to keep you kind of happy.
2. It’s okay to still eat SpaghettiOs.
Don’t
feel bad about yourself if you still haven’t cooked anything beyond Ramen, or
if you still don’t really understand the meaning of “sauté.”
Keep
in mind that you can whip up a mean
turkey and cheese sandwich. You know how to cut (certain) vegetables. You can
slice a bagel in half with no issue at all. Most importantly, you understand
how to work a can-opener. So don’t worry about the rest; it’s just fluff.
3. Getting a dog or a buffalo might not be a bad idea.
Human
companions are awesome and stuff, but animals don’t talk, and that’s really what’s
so great about them. Investing in a pet that you can walk around the block is a
splendid idea.
You'll get the privilege of naming it, feeding it, and petting it. In return, you'll receive unconditional devotion. It’s a rather fair trade. Plus, if you feel
aggravated at everybody for no apparent reason, you can walk Rufus around
the block and by the time you return you’ll feel calm again. It’ll be wonderful,
free therapy (the only real price is vet bills, which you can afford because by
this time you’ll have your college degree. And if you can’t afford it then move
back in with Mom and Dad. Or go feed yourself to piranhas).
4. You can still go places even though you’re old.
Venezuela.
Australia. Hungary. Thailand. Hell, you can even go to Canada if you’re
desperate enough.
Whatever
you do, don’t start believing that you’re swamped down by too much sh*t to
travel. It’s an epidemic that has run rampant in Generation X. “I don’t have
time for it” is the single lamest excuse in the solar system. There’s plenty of
time, but eventually there won’t be. So go to Bangladesh and demonstrate your
awesomeness before you get arthritis.
The
most important thing for you to remember is that you can be fabulous and 39 at
the same time. It’s incredibly difficult, but it’s certainly achievable with
hard work and dedication. Don’t let me down—I’m counting on you.