Say what you mean; mean what you say.
No idea where I heard or read it, but preteen me internalized it and it's become part of my creed to this day
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After my nerve damage: there are some mistakes you can only make once.
Similar experience. Got in a bad accident when I was 15, entirely my own doing. That's when I learned that some mistakes and their injuries are permanent.
Also: Life has no rewind button and shit can go south pretty fast.
No one is gonna stick up for you and what's right, you gotta do that yourself
...and if someone does, it's because there's something in it for them. They don't do it for you.
I was about 11 or so and acting out, my teacher said my name. I just froze for a moment and it dawned on me that was the first time he had said my name all day. Completely invisible unless I was doing something wrong. Just a square shape in a square hole unless I choose otherwise and if I do it by making my life worse.
I guess it doesn't sound profound. Every guy knows this on some level but it really knocked the wind out of me at the time.
There is no god and adults are assholes.
Actually as a kid I realized that what I was taught in the bible and church were metaphors and not things to be taken literally. I mean, a lot of it went against what we learned in school, and school actually made sense.
Only much later in my teens did I realize that many Christians do take the Bible literally. It was then that I decided to completely abandon my religion.
That nobody is a “grown up” and that everyone is faking it.
We’re all just kids having kids.
Yes, and now, anytime I'm trying to get to know someone better, I'm strategizing as to what childish/dirty joke or well placed cuss word will break through the "fake wall" and allow me to really know this person.
I can learn everything I need to know about how to be a decent person from cartoons.
Cartoons have always shown me that being a friendly person, who is honest, do right by their friends and tries to do the right thing will guide me well through life. I needed to weed through the friends a little bit but that has held true thus far
I grew up watching Looney toons, and they taught me to be an asshole.
Friends can matter to you more than family, and that's ok, but family does a lot more for you than you realize.
I didn't have a great family, but it was only when I was upset about a birthday party when I was like 12 where my mom made all the cards and buttons and stuff and I was so mad that it wasn't the cool cards and prizes that you buy that I kind of realized it.
It dawned on me like two weeks later that my parents couldn't afford any of that, but they took time out of their day, for like two weeks, even though they both worked too much, to hand-make approximations as best they could. Without me knowing, so I would be surprised.
Ever work a double shift and then spend the few minutes you have not working, sleeping, or cooking to hand-make party favors? Yeah, me either.
It still makes me cry thinking about how ungrateful I was and the look of sadness and yearning on my mom's face when I got mad at her for not buying the "good" stuff.
When I was 20, I sat her down and told her about it and how bad I felt, and how I never knew how to apologize for it. We had a good cry, and she thanked me for seeing it eventually, and how happy it retroactively made her knowing I realized it so soon after.