There’s a scene in How I Met Your Mother where Marshall imagines dropping in right at the point where his teenage self starts smoking, and slugs him.
I’ve adopted a mentality that, if at any point I’m able to traverse time a year, even six months, back….
I’d kick my own ass.
It has nothing to do with age or maturity – but the cycle of learning is so rapid that I’m able to recall a not-so-distant set of things I was focusing on, what I was worried about back then, what I had no clue about. Ugh, that guy.