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Saturday, November 25, 2006
17
Do you ever wish you were seventeen years old again, dear reader?
I'm not quite sure, Minge. Honest, I'm not. In some ways, yes, definitely, but in some other, it reminds me of much suffering I would have to go through again. In the end, I guess I prefer not to be young anymore... Sad perhaps, but true...
In terms of the lack of responsibility, not having to worry about things like paying bills and rent and dealing with "real-life" stuff - yes.
In terms of who I was then - a person rather lacking in confidence, unable to express his sexuality, without that much experience of life and without a partner - no.
I'm not quite sure, Minge. Honest, I'm not. In some ways, yes, definitely, but in some other, it reminds me of much suffering I would have to go through again. In the end, I guess I prefer not to be young anymore... Sad perhaps, but true...
ReplyDeleteI wish I had the health and stamina of when I was 17.
ReplyDeleteI don't want the acne, bullying and...well, life of the 17 year old Kapitano.
I was also immensely confused, and probably quite unbearable to be around.
In answer to your question:
ReplyDeleteIn terms of the lack of responsibility, not having to worry about things like paying bills and rent and dealing with "real-life" stuff - yes.
In terms of who I was then - a person rather lacking in confidence, unable to express his sexuality, without that much experience of life and without a partner - no.
For me, its not so much about what or who I was at 17, it was that my parents were alive/healthy. Thats the part about 17 I would do again.
ReplyDeleteNo, but I understand Annie Lennox does... :)
ReplyDeleteOnly if I could know what I know now.
ReplyDeleteThen I would do 17 again and have a fantastic time of it.
Oh dear God no.
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