Incoherent Ramblings

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This made me so sad.

Oh fuck.

I really, really think so. And I’m so happy to be able to say that.

Weird, this thought actually crossed my mind today, but in a slightly different form. To be honest, my 8 year old was an insecure mess who couldn’t stand up for herself for shit and literally had no friends. I like to think she’d be proud of me… someone who’s not afraid to state her beliefs, is comfortable with herself, and has a large of group of close friends. Even a best friend. Of course my math and science grades are shitty so maybe she wouldn’t like me that much.

To be honest, I don’t think 8 year old me would recognize adult me, because that version of me is a completely different human being. 8 years old? That was the calm before the storm. I imagine that 8 year old me wouldn’t know what to do with grown up me, but you know what? All I need to do to make the child in me happy is open up the file of the things I’ve written - novels, short stories, fics - and let her see how far she’s come. And yeah, I think that little brat that put pen to paper and wrote a story about a magic carrot would be pretty damned proud.

Well shit.

I honestly don’t think so.

At all.

Not at all. I never imagined myself to turn out like this—EVER.

I don’t think 8-year-old me would know me now, either. I’m literally three times her age. 

That said, I think we’d still get a kick out of each other, whether or not she’d be “proud.” I’d play dress up with her. I’d watch Disney with her and sing the songs, like I did then and do now, albeit to a lesser extent. I can guarantee, though, that if I showed 8-year-old me all the cool Photoshop stuff I do, she’d go nuts. XD

And actually, I might be more proud of her. When I was 8 years old, I was transferring into a new school. I had absolutely no concept of cliques, or the idea that kids would not like me because I was overly enthusiastic about everything. “HI. I’M KATY. WHAT’S YOUR NAME? CAN WE BE FRIENDS?” That would change by the time I was 10. I was not afraid to try anything. I was bright and wanted to learn, and thought the world had endless possibilities. That is awesome, and I wouldn’t tell her to change. 

It’d be interesting, to be sure. But I think I’d be gratified if my 8-year-old self LIKED my 24-year-old self. It’d mean I hadn’t lost who I was, or let the pressures of being a “grown-up” override the stuff I love. I think I’ve done a decent job so far, but kids see things differently, so…who’s to say? 

If my 13-year-old self met me, though…I think she’d be proud. I’ve turned out okay so far. :)

Not sure about my 8 year old self. But my 11 year old self wanted nothing more than to make enough people laugh that they would stop trying to hurt me, so he’d probably be relieved if nothing else.

That made me cry, Martin. God, it made me cry.

Since I’m reblogging and it’s an interesting question - I’m not sure if my eight-year-old self would be proud of me… but maybe she would be happy to know that one day, her drawings would make people want to plaster them on their journals and show other people, and tell her that they smiled and laughed or cried. Maybe she would scoff at the fact that I couldn’t find love, or rather, that I found it, but my love didn’t want me. She would probably laugh awkwardly at my Kaiba D. Luffy videos. And maybe, just maybe, she would be excited to read my stories.

God, I hope so. I tried, eight-year-old me. I swear I’m a better person than I was before. I know I’m alone and I’m struggling sometimes, but I hope you know I’m still trying.

Why am I crying at this, oh my God.

If my 8 year-old-self would be proud? Yes. I achieved everything so far what I wished for.
But let me say it, my 8 year-old-self, the way wasn’t easy. Because of your failure in school you will lose some friends, but a few years later you will have a of different friends and you will be one of the best history students of your university. Yes, I really study the subject I ever wished for and don’t get mad when your history teachers are douchs and didn’t appriciate your potential, at university your profs are glad to know you. 
And when you lay in your bed, crying because your crush isn’t interested in you at all, then… cry, but these times will go by. I have a boyfriend for 5 years now… you would never guess who it is and I will stay silent. It’s a little surprise, but let me tell you that you have to “fight” for him. So don’t give up so fast. But hey who am I talking to?
I should tell you that your parents will get divorced, but they’re fine and even if it’s still hard for you, you will be fine too. … and… I’m sorry for your grandfather’s death. And I’m sorry for what you will see, even if you won’t realise it… so just talk about your school day and pretend that nothing happened. He’s sleeping…

You will become a huge YGO fan and you will have the feeling that you’re too old for a “kids show”, but let me tell you that you’re over twenty now and you still have a “crush” on Seto freakin’ Kaiba. 
And you will fangirl over Colin Firth… don’t ask me way.

You see: Everything went better than expected. And remember: The only thing that matters is if you let yourself be crushed or if you can fight to protect those crucial things. Sapere aude! 

Considering I’m one of those people who is still in touch with their inner child, I’d like to think that yes, 8 year old me would be proud. I’ve overcome many challenges in my life, and I even made friends based on my childhood likes (like Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh, etc). I managed to get into a college (though not Texas State Uni like 8 year old me wanted, but that’s life. I didn’t have the money.) I managed to stay kind to others and maintain this innocent persona. I’m honestly happy with my life, and I think 8 year old me would be proud. :)

(Source: theythinkimfine)