What advice would you give your 18 Year old self?
Don’t chase the girls. Get better at making decisions.
When I was 18 all I wanted to do was have sex. Every second of everyday was, and at times still is, a testosterone induced panacea. I became so indulgent. The physical act lost it’s luster and I found myself competing with other males. I even knew some young men that held lists of partners.
Now, I have to disclaim that, in my opinion this is natural. Good looking 18 YO males are inundated with a borage of women. It’s hard to combat this and you begin to have a hard time saying no. It’s similar to a drug. Orgasm releases some of the same chemicals in the brain as say, cocaine or heroin. It’s powerful. So with that said, it’s common for males and females to be sexually engaged.
The problem starts to rear it’s ugly head when priorities are realigned. For example here’s a list of things that should have taken a higher priority than chasing skirts:
Health
School
Ego
I’ll start with my health. Health is so important in every stage of your life. Everyday when I drive into work I see an elderly man swaying back and forth as he rides his bike up a moderately steep hill. He tries so hard that on one occasion he swayed so much that he almost was struck by a car. I assume he lives around the area and I bet he wakes up everyday with one goal in mind. Ride his bike and get to the top of the hill. I never get to see him reach the top of the hill, but I bet when he does, he has a hell of a time riding back down. I love this story because it reminds me to focus on my health, at any age.
It’s not only exercise but diet as well! It’s so cliche that I hate this phrase, but if you really sit down and think, it’s hard not to agree. You are what you eat. If you eat nothing but cold cut sandwiches, you’re gut will start to resemble the marbling you find in a really good piece of pastrami.
At age 18 I stopped exercising. Before that I played multiple sports. There usually wasn’t a day that went by with out some sort of physical exertion and I was happy that way. There came a day when the last whistle blew on my high school football career. I remember that day vividly. At the time I was happy I didn’t have to show up for practice, and in hindsight, a switch was flipped in my brain. I no longer had to suffer the pain of exercise. What I didn’t realize was that I there would be much more pain (in the form of self loathing) over the next couple of years.
Second, school.
I somehow lucked out and grew up in a family that never put an emphasis on school, but rather on technology. My dad was a luddite with computers, but luckily I have an older brother who lived and breathed computers, video games and whiskey. A solid combination to help raise a younger brother (me) that would later go on to become a software engineer.
I hated school. I never fit in while in the classroom. I usually found a seat near the back of the room. It made it easier to draw. The idea of learning topics such as world history and oceanography drove me insane. Some of my friends went off to Stanford, UCLA and Yale, meanwhile I stayed at home with my dad and tried to put up with two more years of junior college before I called it quits.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like to learn. I actually love it. It was the format in which I was expected to learn ended up being the problem. Some folks THINK they are really inept in a formal educational setting. What I realized later was that it wasn’t that I couldn’t learn, it was simply my motivation to learn. I wish I could tell my 18 YO self to stop seeing the classroom as a popularity contest and start seeing the value of education. I would have shown myself where I would be in just ONE YEAR, a very dark, morbid place. The girls would soon disappear, just like my muscles from playing high school football, and soon you will be alone and empty with no real direction in life.
Lastly, Ego.
As I turned 19, things were rough. I started to lose contact with friends that were going off to college. I started to lose a lot of muscle mass. I started to even lose the ONE thing that I was so confident in, chasing girls. When your 18–19 YO, life hits you like a ton of bricks. You realize you just spent four years of your life not really giving school the proper attention that it deserves. You start to realize that your friends are much more socially and technically adapted to success, while others are not. You start to realize that being a good looking teenager slowly hold less and less value. You start to come out of the haze that was your teenage years.
The biggest blow during this time was to my ego. I thought I had so much power as a brash, punk. Boy was I wrong. I went through I short depression that forced me to understand the main principles in life that I was ignoring. Relationships, a daily practice of some kind, and most importantly, direction. I needed to head in a direction that would grant me piece of mind. I remember waking up, walking down my dad’s driveway and either going left, or right. No particular direction whatsoever.
The next year (20 YO) I had an epiphany while on Psilocybin. I packed my bags and moved to Los Angeles. My life was changed for the better.
Moral of the story. If I were to give my 18 YO self a little piece of advice I would say: “Get good at making large, actionable decisions. And stop chasing girls.”














