Are you wondering if I am rehabilitated from my younger years, Zen?

Rehabilitated? Well, now, let me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means. I know what you think it means, Zen. To me, it's just a made-up word. A politician's word, so that a BSU whoremonger like yourself can wear a suit and a tie and pay hookers for sex. What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did?

There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm on TER, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then, a young, stupid kid who wouldn't negotiate. I want to talk to him. I want to try to talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are, but I can't. That kid's long gone and this crafty, cost reducing veteran trick is all that's left.  

I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your forms, Zen, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit

Not get married so young, stay in school and but that stock, Lamont is talking about

NEVER pass up a bathroom;

NEVER trust a fart;

NEVER waste an erection

"Younger self", I'd say "I'm almost...

100% sure it's not pee."

Being forced to live your life all over again, but being powerless to change anything.

F being the loyal BF/SO/Hubby.  If she's not putting out, walk...  there's no fixing it.  It's very hard to think rationally when you are emotionally invested.  

My ex was pretty clever & strung me along far too long & I failed to take the hints...  when the money ran out, she had no further use for me.  I made a large tax payment on her house...  a couple of days before I walked.  If I'd been smarter, I'd have let everything in her name go unpaid.  I had to walk away from everything I'd put into it...    
The thing is the situation had gone sideways even before we married & I should have cancelled.  Cost 5 good years of my life & $75,000...  and a bankrupsy.

and beat the hell out of the guys with box-cutters..

I didn't need money then and it really doesn't excite me now..

...go after your dreams. Failure isn't fatal and success isn't permanent.

Now knowing what I know now, if you transfered my mind into teenage me I would do everything different. I already learned the lessons of my errors. I still would make sure I met my wife. I still would marry her though. She was the best thing that ever happened to me.

The thing is if I was to just talk to younger me I would just say it gets much better. I would not warn him of the pitfalls I ran into or the mistakes I made. Why? Because they made me, me, and I like who I am and the life I made. My fuck ups made gain wisdom. My pains I faced made me strong. I am a better person because of my mistakes. I would just let him know it will get better

I would make sure I cum FIRST.

I wouldn't give a rat's ass about what other people think of me.

I would Tell her...

Greetings MasterZen,

I would tell my younger self to talk less and listen harder, and that perfection doesn't exist.
I would also tell her to slow down because life is a wild ride that one definitely needs  
prepping for.

or 30, or 40, etc...
At least not for most of us.  
For a stubborn kid who never saw the point of planning for my future I turned out ok, but long term goals and projects weren't my thing. I wonder if it's too late to learn to play the piano?

Don't keep dating the fun guys or you will end up divorced and a single mom some day.

Do the sex thing.

Oh my!!! How I wish I could!

I would tell myself back in the day to, first and foremost,  abstain from drugs!  Did a lot in my younger years and I so wish I could get those years back!  
Second,  I'd pay more attention to my own intuition.  Geez, if I could only take back all the bs religious leaders told me and listen to my gut when it came to friends!  
Last but not least, explore with my sexuality and my body.  I used to not eve like sex but now that I'm older, more confident and wiser, I just can't get enough!  
I missed a fuckton of stuff not listening to my old wise soul back then. Ahhhhhhh..... but alas,  life is wonderful now
I guess what doesn't kill you only makes one wiser and stronger
XOXO,  
T

...and when she asks you to please not leave, STAY!

So do not be afraid to give a girl head if it means you will get laid. Tap Rebecca's ass when she makes the offer, because years later, even after four kids, she looks smoking hot, and she becomes a born again Christian, and you will never get the chance again.

I'm about the same age as Max Hardcore.  If only I had known then what I know now.

I had a really hard childhood in a house full of alcohol and some violence and much anger and much regret on the part of the elders.  
   
I lived across the street from a very well filled out and horny 15 or 16 year old who had two assets: both her parents worked and her house was empty and she, for some reason, though I was "adorable."

I had sex with her for the first time in my life and as I left her house and walked down the steps of her front stoop i thought to myself:  This is really going to be all right after all, life -whicH has what just happened in it-- will really be fine.  

Thats what I told myself then and thats essentailly is what I would tell my young self again: This is going to be all right, full of wonderful experiences great satisfactions, some sadnesses, of course, but don't be afraid and don't be down, you will have a truly wonderful time......at least until your in your mid seventies, I don't know what will happen after that..

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Spent a lot of time judging me...did not get the degree that I had wanted due to respected folks in my life telling me things about the potential of a woman was just not that of a man in the business world.  I would have invested that money in South Beach condos too...I passed on that and went traveling.  Not that I regret for a moment one step of my travel journey, but I would be sipping cocktails on the beach if I had invested in those condos.

your desire to rise to average isn't big enough.  The world has so much more to offer than what you've seen growing up poor in rural SC.

So here are a few of the things I would let myself know:

Religion is based on myths and lies, and it will fuck up your life.  Drop it like a hot potato.

When a woman makes it obvious that she wants you, get inside of her...NOW.

Start your own business, and start it young.  You don't want to take orders from assholes for the rest of your life.

Don't get married; a relationship doesn't have to be "legal" in order to work.

The more friends and lovers you have, the better your life will be.

Take advantage of Eurotrip while you're in college

I would tell my younger self that when the beautiful blonde next door asks you to come over and fix something wrong with the sump pump (her husband was at work), and when she is standing there in just a robe and says, "Do you want anything?  You can have whatever you want." to reply to her, "Yes, I want you to drop that robe on the floor".  I kick myself often for  not speaking up as she would have done it.

I would also tell myself to never, ever, ever get married.  Live with someone, yes.  But never get married

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows when

Hollies, 1970.  I was only 9 at the time, yet faced up to a nasty medical condition, and won.  Osteomyelitis...that was the greatest crisis I ever faced.  Anything that happened afterward...I could deal with compared to that.