Ask Lemmy

That i don't believe in god anymore. My family was very religious growing up

You see that pretty girl who lets you touch her? That's your wife.

See those kids - they are yours. That one can go hunting and will get more girls than you ever will, that one is as kind and caring as you can get, and that one will do dumb shit with you.

That I am a girl now. Seems to be a common pattern şn the comment section 💀

I'm impressed with the amount of people who can actually remember what they were like as a 10 year old. I've got some pictures n' shit of myself from back then, but honestly that might as well be a completely different person, and I can't tell you jack about what's going through their head.

Probably that I haven't killed myself yet. That's not a joke.

That it all worked out, somehow.

Growing up poor in the suburbs, now living on an old farm in the middle of nowhere, Denmark, growing my own weed, a beautiful wife, have chickens, 2 cats and a dog, my younger self would be flabbergasted. Mostly because I was "destined" to have my life fucked, but I overcame obstacles that surprised my childhood friends. Had one say at my wedding "You were the last person I thought would make it".

Gotta be proud of what I've accomplished.

My job...

10 year old me would be amazed

21 year old me would call me a sell out

30 year old me would nod approvingly

Current age me is getting too old for this shit

That I’m pregnant. I was a tomboy and very masculine. This is as far away from masculine as I can be at least in a physical sense. It’s not as bad as I thought.

Probably that I’m alive?

I already dealt with (undiagnosed) chronic depression by 10. The first time I thought about killing myself I don’t think I even knew the word “suicide.” I also had an overwhelming sense that I wouldn’t live past 30. That might not have started until I was 11 or 12, but I think it was there when I was younger.

Weirdly my mom also had an overwhelming sense that she would lose me at a young age from the day I was born, which she didn’t have with my older sister.

Well, I’m past 30 now. My love of people in my life has kept the suicidal ideation to only that. While I still have chronic depression, I’ve learned to manage it better over the years and medication helps.

I genuinely don’t know why I was depressed or had suicidal thoughts that young. I didn’t have a traumatic home or childhood. My parents worked a lot but loved me and my sister without question. We didn’t have a lot of money but always had enough food. I loved school and had great teachers. I wasn’t sexually assaulted before I was 10 (I think I was 12 the first time). I don’t know and that bothers me.

ETA: I guess I was bullied at school by 10, so maybe that accounts for it?

that im still alive
20 was the expectancy
i always say im running on fumes of spite now and i got plenty of spite still left

That I'm on a computer programming all day for my job.

That I'm on a computer programming all night for fun.

That I rarely play video games anymore.

That for all intents and purposes, I beat depression. And here's me knocking on wood to not jinx that.

I finally bought that Gameboy advance

That I'm a runner. Never in my life did I imagine ever enjoying running. Aiming for my first marathon in spring!

The girl 10 yo me was hanging out with all the time, very much thought I was going to marry (she did too) and eventually took my virginity a few years later is now an incredibly handsome man with a wife and kids

Its probably that, honestly. Maybe that I've spent a month and a half of my life in Japan so far, that's p wild for a 20 year old and I'd never have even considered it then

That I live in a small car with my wife and a cat. lol Never would have ever guessed that.

At least it’s temporary as we are buying land and will soon get an RV and build a house.

"Still a fat loser I see. And a weed smoker? But, our D.A.R.E lion? 🥺"

I guess how much I'm still the same person. Sure, I have a house, a job, I'm an adult. But I also still play video games, including stuff like RCT which I lived back in the day. My brain still switches from interest to interest, and my brain is still completely obsessed whatever interests me at the moment. Ultimately I'm still that slightly weird nerdy kid, just grown up.

12 y/o me would probably be amazed that his fancy new Nintendo DS is still alive and kicking almost 20 years down the line. In hindsight it's not too surprising though, because I always treated it with the utmost respect and care.

That I hate television and actually enjoy working. Jobs suck, "work" sucks, but getting things done around the house or finishing a project or even just getting into a flow on a task is rewarding. 10 year old me would ask, "What happened to us?!" But I guess I enjoyed it then, too. I just defined it differently. Building with Lego for hours in my room, being creative. I didn't define that as work until my adult hobbies expanded into making things with my hands and I had real world job experience.

1. That I'd rather go outside than play video games all day.

2. That I no longer care about becoming a software developer and work in a huge corporation (fuck 'em)

3. That I still have no girlfriend.

I didn't have a lot of belief in myself. At 10 my dream was "work in an office", because it would mean I was smart enough to not need to work a manual job. I also firmly believed that no woman would want me.

I'd be surprised to learn that I'm married, have a child, and work in tech for one of the biggest companies in the world. They'd also be surprised that I'm moving to that city where Friends is.

10 year old me would be extremely disappointed in my Christmas lights.

I should have Clark W. Griswold level lights, but with colors and blinking lights.

Instead I put up all plain white lights along the windows and doors and a wreath like a reasonable person.

It's so much work as an adult with adult responsibilities to find time to hang lights, and even worse when you have to take them down.

I am ashamed.

Life gets worse. Much worse. And you will survive and even find happiness. And everything you needed, you had it all along.

I finally learned to ride a bike. And I touched boobies.

That I work with metal forming headed towards engineering instead of woodworking with a goal of fine joinery.

Computers aren't cool anymore.

That I'm still alive.