If you were a teenager again what advice would you give yourself?

Buy bitcoins!

Don’t waste time with the PhD. Money doesn’t buy you happiness, but it certainly helps.

Ask the girl out, don't wait to find out almost 2 decades later that she also liked you

Deal with the low self esteem, it'll be the cause of some seriously stupid decisions later on :-|

FFred wrote: »

Ditto. Times 1000000.

It can take a lifetime to regain your confidence , if ever , a daily battle . It's one of the things I tried to instill in my kids , to believe in themselves , no matter what they chose to do in life , to be true to who they are and not let anyone take that from them .

Sometimes it's easier to say to others than apply to ourselves

Nothing I would just listen.

Buy a sh1t ton of shares in Apple. Middle aged you will thank you for it.

cut down on the W*****g

Never, ever, trust a fart in bed.

I’m still not one to listen to my own “advice” so it probably wouldn’t have mattered, I’ve played that “roulette” since but never when the stakes were so high.

But, if I had listened, I wouldn’t have “blown it” with this hot girl I’d fancied all through college. Halfway through our final year we finally “clicked” and one thing lead to another and we ended up in the “sack” together.

All was going “swimming”, clothes off, getting good and close when suddenly I felt a bubbly “sensation”, figured it was a “run of the mill” job. Oh, how wrong I was.

As soon as I relaxed to let it out I knew. I tried to “clam” up but the damage was done. My whole body went stiff as board, I got up and run into the jacks. I had a whole story ready to explain that I had to “break wind” but was embarrassed to do it in front of her but my plan was foiled by the fact that the blast had gone “beyond the cheeks” and, in my haste, I’d smeared a small, yet noticeable, trail on the bed sheets so the “jig” was up.

She got up and left straight away. Obviously, I apologised profusely but she wasn’t for turning. Couldn’t blame her in fairness but I was fairly “well oiled”.

Anyway, saw her not too long ago. The attraction was, certainly, gone. She’s married with a couple of kids and, while there was still a “tinkle” in her eye, she now, sort of, resembled a “weeble”. Still though, that night, it’s one of those scenarios that runs through my head about twice a month and causes me no end of embarrassment.