Dear 18-Year-Old Jaime:
Hey! Me again — your decade-old counterpart filling you in on your future/my present.
A little while back, I wrote to you in regards to your 10-Year High School Reunion.
Right now, you’re probably wondering if you went and what Ron Livingston wore because, y’know, he was totally your date, right?
Yeah, that’s a no on both counts. You actually spent the weekend doing something far more fun.
No, Ron Livingston wasn’t involved.
Seriously. Why would I lie about that?
Look, would you let it go? I have a crush on him too, but you don’t hear me going all bananas about it.
Anyway, instead of trekking down to El Dub for the reunion, you spend the weekend hanging out with your sister.
You guys navigated Philly without being murdered/mugged, devoured red velvet whoopie pies from Flying Monkey and tequila gelato from Capogiro (this doesn’t mean a damn thing to you now, but trust me — both places are glorious and hands-down, the best desserts in Philadelphia), bought overpriced but fabulous cosmetics, gossiped a whole lot about everyone ever, got your hair done together, ate yourselves into respective food comas and basically, had the best time ever because you guys always have the best time ever.
Look, the point I’m trying to make is this — stop getting stressed out about what people think of you. Especially the people you go to school with. Because in my present/your future — their opinions mean jack with a side of shit. You’re not going to see 95% of them ever again and if you do, you’ll both smile too widely, make airy small talk and then, GTFO as soon as a proper sense of civility allows.
There are a handful of people in this world whose opinions matter. I mean, really matter. And your sister is near the top of that list, so when in doubt, keep this in mind — always pick family over anything else. You’ll be happier for it.
Lots of love:
28-Year-Old Jaime xx
P.S. – Enroll in Bikram yoga, watch True Romance, learn how to make cold-brewed iced coffee and keep writing. Oh and quit hanging out in parking lots. It’s dumb and you don’t particularly enjoy it.