Dear Younger Self,
I feel that it is my obligation, as your senior, to fill you in on a few things. I intend to speak in such a way that you should have no problem comprehending; however, in an effort to eliminate any misunderstanding, I will also use colloquialism most familiar to you.
I am in charge now and I will be sure and remain apprised of all important issues, including but not limited to, annual dental exams. (I run this. I’m the shot caller and you can trust and believe I’m gone stay woke on everything I need to, including keeping my grill tight). In the event that I go out, I will decide when I am to return home and I will not party until the wee hours of the morning. (I bail when I say so and I won’t be turnt when the lights come on.) As a responsible adult, I return all phone calls promptly, I socialize with people in my age group and I dress and behave accordingly. (I’m grown. I hit ‘em back on the celly when I can, I hang with my squad, my gear is always on fleek and I slay every time I hit these streets). Please understand that I enjoy a low key and private style of life where I make every effort to mind my own business. (I’m basic, not boujee at all, and I always stay in my lane). In the run of a day, I make no effort to belittle others – I’m not overbearing, loud or outwardly aggressive, and I never go to the extreme. (I don’t throw shade and I’m never extra.)
Also, I can honestly say that although I drink, I do not have my deceased father’s penchant for libations. (Ion stay lit). My dear younger self, through this letter, you should gain comfort in knowing that I am perfectly fine with where I am. You, on the other hand, are out of control. (Look bae, this letter should give you life. By the way you know you have zero chill, right?) So now, without further ado, I would greatly appreciate it if you would sit quietly in the memories of my subconscious and allow me to take it from here. (now that’s a wrap, bye Felecia!)
Yours Truly,
(Deuces,)
Your Older Self
Oh God, I’m shaking laughing. OH younglings go to the dentist…
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Please, the “grill” is often the first thing I notice when meeting someone new so I couldn’t leave that out!
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Cracking up…that’s what’s up – for real for real!
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LOL
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LOL! I wish I’d looked after my grill when I was younger – my dentist is bleeding me dry!
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I think I paid for “the blue room” in my dentist’s office.
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Wow!!! I loved it. I recently asked my 13 year old niece what the new hip lingo was. She said she didn’t know. But I’m pretty sure she just didn’t want me to use any of it out in public and embarrase her.
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Yes, embarrassing children is one of my faves!!!
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Me Too!!!
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