1990, Here is the name and number of a very pretty girl.
Do whatever it takes …NOW…or you will have to wait ten years
to meet her.:smack:
Hyno-Toad: Sorry, I didn’t revisit this thread until today. I was at Wesleyan in 1987. One of my English professors took me aside one day and advised me to go to UNCG (her alma mater) but I didn’t act on this. Instead, I failed out of Wesleyan and swanned around the US and Europe for a shamefully long time. In the late 90s my parents offered to help me with college, so I came back to NC, attended a local CC, taught at said CC, then went to UNCG in January 1999, and graduated in 2002. Returned for a Master’s degree in 2005. Talk about a late bloomer, eh?
When did you graduate from UNCG?
2002: You can’t help people who don’t want to help themselves.
2003: You’re not paying enough attention to class.
2005: Get used to celibacy. 
Age 12: Your mother says that you need to see a psychiatrist. When you are 42, she will tell you not to talk about her when you talk to your shrink. She knows what she is doing is wrong. The next time she hits you, hit her back.
Thanksgiving, 1961: Age 18 Get in your mother’s face. Tell your her that if she mentions the Jonathan Logan dress one more time, you will mail it back to her cut into shreds. Never allow her to buy an item of clothing for you again.
March 1974, Age 30: Postpone the wedding long enough to know that you shouldn’t marry either of them. Move away. Live by the sea maybe in Maine. Maybe in Ireland. Teach and write somewhere else. Keep your heart alive.
March 1985, Age 41: Welcome to your first Chat Room on a BBS. You are about to meet the love of your life. Life will get even better after the Commodore 64.
Ages 30 to 41: You are not going to believe the surprises that life still has in store for you. Find the perfect moments and stretch them to last a lifetime. One of them will be outside of Shakespeare & Co. in Paris when you are 60. But you’ve known that for a long time, haven’t you?
P.S. Don’t start smoking. The man who gave me my first cigarette died last year of lung cancer. He suffered terribly. And within the last year my asthma has worsened and I have COPD. No energy. Can’t get a good breath.
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Don’t fall for all the god nonsense. Your instincts are right - they can’t give good answers because it’s a crock. No need to make a fuss. Just quietly understand that some people need the crutch, and you don’t.
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Take more interest in things like nutrition, how to eat right and cook some basics, exercise and fitness. This will avoid a lot of problems later.
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February 1992. I know it seems perfect, but don’t go. Just don’t go. Trust me, just don’t go.
1.) Do some internships over the summer.
2.) Don’t feel obligated to love people just because they’re family. You’ll waste a lot of sleepless nights on being angry.
3.) Focus more on yourself rather than relationships. Don’t even think about moving across the country for a boy.
Well, I’m pretty content with how my life has turned out so far, so I’d only be giving myself advice about relatively minor stuff. I don’t want to change any of the big decisions. So, in chronological order …
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Pay attention when you’re jumping up and grabbing the basketball hoop supports. Otherwise, you’ll break your wrist while also injuring your other arm and the result will ruin your jump shot for the next five to six years. Heck, maybe you should just avoid the whole thing to be safe.
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Make sure you figure out who called you to ask you out in high school, or you’ll feel guilty about the way it turned out for a really long time.
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Don’t blow off that one project at work. It’s more important than you think.
1976- Don’t drink if you come from a family of Irish drunks.
1980-Don’t date men in the Mob no matter how hot they are and how many cool guns they have.
1995-If the greatest man in the world asks you to marry him don’t say No. You will regret it.