Screw that guy. I’m staying in the couch naked.
in the couch
That you JD?
Past-me, that bastard almost killed me! Fuck that guy!
Fuck that guy!
Every time I try, I just end up fucking present me. I can never catch up.
Fuck that guy!
No! I’ve seen too many time travel movies: you’ll become your own ancestor if you’re like a garden snail or something else capable of hermaphroditism.
Ahh I see you’re also in a long standing war with your past self fucking up your current selfs life.
Well, jokes on me, as future me doesn’t want to exist!
I like the implication that the artist was buck naked when they drew this.
Ahhhh, so we’re both screwed, then.
This realization finally got me in better shape in my late 20s/early 30s.
Same. I would think of past me and future me as if they were my dear friends. It made it easier to show myself compassion. Future me is a lot like me, and she’s struggling with many of the same problems I am too. I desperately hope that she’s in a better situation than I am, but regrettably I know that she too will often struggle to stay above water. The pressure will make her make some dumbass decisions, which I will curse her for, but lovingly (much the same way that I feel when I see my real friends making dumb choices). When my friends are struggling with life, I often find myself feeling sad at how little I can do to help them, and this is much the same for future me. I do what I can though, because I know that she has a difficult path ahead of her, and it would be nice if I could make that a little easier for her.
That had a ripple effect on how I regard past me. I used to look back at past me with resentment for how her poor choices made things harder for me, but showing compassion for future me came with the hope that future me would see the efforts I’m putting in and know that I was trying my best to help her, even if my efforts are often insufficient and sometimes misguided. Past me is an absolute mess, but by God, she tried so hard to help me.
