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everyone is embarrassed of their fourteen year old self trust me if you’re fourteen right now you will regret whatever it is that you are doing at this moment

What, being a SuperWhoLockian, Tumblrian, and just being generally pretty good? I don’t think so.

screenshot this and look at it in 3 years

Wow holy shit guys, it’s been approximately 5 years and I’m drunk enough to not regret finally acknowledging this
Surprise surprise, I was that kid
I know the above is the most cringy 14 year old thing to say, but hot damn y’all I was a child and I had just found an online community of people where being a fucking nerd was “hella cool” and oh my god I was having a blast, and with my new fragile self confidence I decided to say “no I don’t regret what I’m doing/what I like right now at this moment because I don’t hate myself and that’s pretty neat!” And y’all remember 2012-2013 tumblr that shit was absolutely cringy, I was just repeating phrases I’d heard. But then, it got turned into a “laugh at the child” and then I got dozens upon dozens of hate messages and my confidence about literally everything got shattered
I had messages telling me to kill myself and messages calling me a snowflake and an idiot and a c*nt and all those other words that are meant to hurt you. Even years after I changed my URL, I’d get a sinking pit in my stomach whenever I’d see this post go around again because I knew I’d get those three or four snide anons asking “so do you regret it?”
And yes I absolutely do, fuck off
So yeah, I was a stupid tumblr kid and probably shouldn’t have commented
But I didn’t deserve the onslaught of hateful messages
So now y’all know, it’s me
Surprise, or whatever

hello! I’m sorry for dragging you through the mud in the first place. seventeen-year-old me was not as evolved as she thought, which I’m sure is a surprise to no one. there were absolutely tons of comments exactly like yours, but it got singled out just because I was going through a sarcastically-responds-to-comments phase and I happened to see it. I’ve heard people use this post as an example of how young teens are stupid & don’t know anything, and I’m sorry that you became the poster child of that patronizing and invalidating idea. 

sidenote, who the FUCK calls a 14 yr old a c*nt & tells them to kill themselves??

Thank you for commenting, op ❤ I really don’t blame you at all for what you said, I want to call out my 14 year old self just as badly lmao
But I really appreciate the overwhelming positive response to this
I’d hope we can sort of grow as a community from this, but I won’t get my hopes up lol

This was beautiful to read

This is a really good example of why being mean to kids for being kids is stupid, but also kids, please understand that really, you probably will look back on young you later and cringe. Baby Seebs was probably pretty cringey too.

i was absolutely a cringefest at 14, and so were all my friends, and THAT’S OKAY.

that’s an awkward age because you’re just starting to grow into yourself and find out who you are, and part of that is trying on identities and opinions. and you’re full of energy and hormones and angry, so whatever you do, you do it loud and hard!!! and fuck anyone who tries to stop you!!! rawr!!!!! which is a defensive measure to protect your tender peppermint heart, because your identity is soft and unformed. you are a baby snail pretending to be a king crab. you’re picking fights and starting drama as practice for later life when you’re the only one who can resolve your conflicts. you alternate between viciously chewing people’s ankles, and groveling for acceptance, because you don’t know yet how to enforce your boundaries and personhood without being a danger to yourself and others.

this does not make you bad or unworthy.

just as young birds go through a stage of looking like something fished out of a drain, and young dogs go through a stage of being all feet and ears and running into screen doors, young humans go through a stage of being a social tear gas grenade. and just like birds and dogs, it’s cute as hell, but it’s cuter when you’re not the one cleaning up after them.

my advice, then, is: don’t cringe. instead, be proud of yourself for having figured shit out and grown into your feet.