Oh fuck.
I really, really think so. And I’m so happy to be able to say that.
Weird, this thought actually crossed my mind today, but in a slightly different form. To be honest, my 8 year old was an insecure mess who couldn’t stand up for herself for shit and literally had no friends. I like to think she’d be proud of me… someone who’s not afraid to state her beliefs, is comfortable with herself, and has a large of group of close friends. Even a best friend. Of course my math and science grades are shitty so maybe she wouldn’t like me that much.
if my 8 year old self met present me they probably wouldnt believe i was them because they would be all HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE ARE THERE TIME MACHINES IN THE FUTURE they’d probably think i was some weirdo trying to convince them i was them from the future and not actually them. little me aint fallin for that shit even though i really am them and we are each other
BUT what if meeting my younger self causes another time line where i grow up constantly thinking back at that point in time where future me from the original timeline met up with little me (my now second time line self) and i become obsessed with time travel only never being able to figure out how i got back in time in the first place to meet little me. i hoard myself in my house for years and years constantly researching hoping to find a way to time travel only to die when my bookshelves of research books falls on me and i end up trapped. no one knows i died because ive shun everyone away because i loved the thought of time travel more than them :(
Hrm… She’d definitely be into being ace and stuff… And science… Probably not the fact that I haven’t been reading all the books or the boyfriend. Otherwise, 8 year old me didn’t want to go through puberty and was a huge jerk to her friends until she realized she had none to begin with. And then I met the internet.
(Source: theythinkimfine)
