Kids are stupid. They can’t comprehend fear just yet. They do reckless things, hang out with equally stupid people, and buy ridiculous materials they do not need. But we’re young.

We’ve all done some stupid things in our lives. I’ve done some dumb, weird shit in my life—shit I already know I shouldn’t do, but I end up doing them anyways. I only know how to learn the hard way, and it’s only when I’ve committed that mistake do I’ve actually know not to do them. From going out with the wrong person to buying a dress I don’t need to cramming for a test the next day because I wanted to go out… Goodness only knows, I may or may not have already killed a man. I’ve also done some insanely stupid things when I was younger. A couple years ago my best friend and I walked around Vancouver. At one point, we ended up in East Hastings at 3 in the morning. We were lucky to leave that area without getting AIDs or stabbed, or stabbed with a knife that had AIDs on it.

Bottom line is, we all do some really weird, crazy stuff. There are some of us who want to go back to change what happened, and more than often, we’d want to go back in time to change the past so bad that we would sell our first-born just to have that chance. What I realized is, sometimes if we analyze our past and relate that back to where we are now, it’s for the good. If I didn’t meet that person, I wouldn’t have met this person and I wouldn’t have done this. If I didn’t do this, I wouldn’t have learned what I can become.

I don’t count all stupid things I’ve done as mistakes, nor would I go back in time to fix any of it. Although, if I could go back in time…