“this is my age! i'm in the prime of my youth, and i'll only be young once!”

summarised affirmations 。、

? the wistfulness of childhood just on the cusp of adolescence has whisked you back to times you onces deemed lost. your inner child flame has been rekindled, relishing the beauty of life without responsibilities and expectations.

? the world appears so much more vivid and bright, every situation, story and adventure intensified and dramaticized. a simple race in flagstone halls is an olympic sprint for fame and triumph, climbing over junkyard gates is scaling skyscrapers in a bondesque manner, boyish tussles are fights between dragon slayer and foe.

? eighties classics like bowie, greased hair, driftwood hideouts, sting-ray bikes, the hissing, carbonised pop of beer kegs, childish conversations about the newest atari games; you and your world are a living personification of the idealised eighties and late seventies, a zeitgeist incarnate of all it stood for.

? perhaps immature, and with a rowdy, stubborn loudness, however, you find yourself surrounded by true, brilliant friends and pals, swell and moronic, but endearing idiots all the same, friends akin to your desired characters (e.g. ferris bueller).

? ”nothing like a smoke after a meal”; safely and legally (well as legal as possible) acquire cigarettes, whether by bypassing laws through getting grownups to buy them for you or a little bit of healthy, thrill-seeking shoplifting. feel the smoky warmth of cigarette smoke as pleasant and soothing, an experience non-addictive and recreational. you hold an innate resistance to the negative effects of cigarettes and vapes.

? experience the wonderment associated with the eighties, the blissful, radically brazen, helter-skelter of life then, living your own coming of age story. find yourself engaging in reckless yet exciting crusades and romps; dallying by train tracks in the middle of nowhere, camping out in local dumping grounds, nights traversing neighbouring woods, cycling on high-rises passing by mailboxes and suburbia, and impassioned escapes from siccing junkyard dogs. your life is like your desired bildungs-film, beautiful, nostalgic and filled with endless memories.

“yeah, but you're gonna be stupid for the rest of your life.”

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