What about you now would your child self have been happy/disappointed with?

I would be delighted that I was so much fun.

I’d be disappointed that I wasn’t a movie star or rock and roll legend. Seriously—even in high school I had high hopes for myself. It wasn’t until I was in my 20s and actually performing on stage for money that I found out the gig life wasn’t for me. But as a kid, I was totally convinced that I was going to be rich, famous and performing before millions.

Being free would make my inner child happy.

Saying the little me was 5 years old, he would be sorely disappointed that I am not a pizza delivery man (at least not yet), and in utter shock to hear that a) I have kissed girls, b) I have a girlfriend, c) I have done A LOT more than just kiss girls… that last one may put little me in a psych ward. My taste in music would confound him and my lack of compassion would scare him. As well as the fact I LOVE eating meat. Little guy was a strict vegan all stemming from his love of animals.

And I would hug him, and tell him that everything will be okay as I know how life is going to start quickly going downhill when he turns 6. That poor little naive bastard so full of hope…

I’d be disappointed that I gave up on my dream of being a physicist because the intro course was too hard. And that I drink and party and care more about day to day happiness than grandiose plans for bettering the world or some shit.

Child me can go eat shit though cuz her priorities were all kinds of fucked up.

As far as I’m concerned, you are a rock star Mom @keobooks!

I’d be disappointed that I can’t eat 50–11 pancakes like I used to as a kid.

My child self would be happy that I still care about books, animals and having fun more than I care about make-up, my fingernails and being one of the cool kids. My child self was terrified of turning into a teen. I know my child self would be astonished at the fact that I’ve found a number of friends who share my priorities. It’d be happy about that.

I think my younger self would be confused at the lack of “carpe diem” in my life right now. It would probably be surprised at how mellow I have become, too. On the whole, however, I think we’d be fine.

He would probably be astonished at the resemblance to his grandfather. He would be happy at all the childish playthings his old self continues to accumulate and particularly delighted that the ice cream, cookie and brownie addiction lingers on. Oh, and he would be horrified at the tales of me being drug around and kicked by girls.

Rather than spend time on the disappointments (we could be here for a couple of weeks), I will say I think my younger self would be happy that my present self doesn’t have:

• Litters of bastard children.
• A slew of ”Baby mamas”.
• That I can get a point across without cussing like a sailor.
• That I am not reliant on booze, tobacco, or controlled substances or cannabis.
• That I am not bald.
• I am not completely Grey.
• I have not morphed into some monstrosity of fat and blubber, commanding three time zones.
• I have not bought into the societal hypocrisy that seeps into everything.
• That I really do have a dumbstick larger than average (as told by women who have seen it)
• That I am 100% heterosexual.

There might be a few more things, but I cannot think of them right now.

Why are men so obsessed with their “dumb sticks”? You do realize that size is a guy thing and women don’t care. They may complement you because women know when to stroke a man’s ego.

Why are women so obsessed with the size of their breast as to spend thousands of dollars to have larger ones when many men do not care? I guess the plastic surgeon knows how to groom the women’s ego to lighten their pockets.

Because men are obsessed with them. Society is obsessed with them. They think that’s what men want. For myself, I can’t wait to undergo reduction surgery. There is no social pressure out there demanding all you guys need to have bigger dicks. You do that all by yourselves, and I don’t understand why. The size of the penis is not a predictor of how “manly” or virile a man is. The size of the testicles is, tho. It would make much more sense to worry over your ball size.

The question here is “why are people insecure?” Perfect sexual equipment merely moves the anxiety elsewhere.

No, the question here is asked up the top there, that’s how this shit works.
If you wanna talk about insecure tits & cocks, then fuck off somewhere else :D

Well, it’s in social!

Tongue in cheek, knock ya fucking selves out, I care not a jot.

@Dutchess_III They think that’s what men want.
Well that is what they get for thinking too hard and assuming. Guess you missed the part were some men were said. Not all men want balloon-sized jugs. Society is made up of men and women, so society may be hung up as a whole, but not all men. Something to think of. ;-}

~Boobies : ()

They have a famous magazine dedicated to boobs. And other female body parts. Society is obsessed with them.

Nah I’m into superheroes in mini skirts.

The young me would think that the older me turned out great! Cool job, good income, sense of humor, wife, kids, house, dog (if he came by a few years ago). Maybe he would have expected a hotter wife, but the daughters look pretty good (maybe too good, from a father’s point of view).

Oh, if a really little kid version of myself met me, she’d be super bummed out that I didn’t have a jet pack or a personal robot servant. She would be sad that I didn’t live on Mars or in an underwater city. Anyone else had really high hopes for the year 2000 as a kid?

My younger self is amazed that we have discovered 500 planets.

Anyone else had really high hopes for the year 2000 as a kid?
I was somewhat bummed we never got the flying cars, now I am glad we don’t with as many people who can’t get through the day without self-medicating, for sure several would have ended up in the side of buildings doing much damage.

I think they would say “Well, I guess Dad was right”

Me as a kid would be very proud that I hadn’t changed much, retained that childlike sense of fun/adventure.
Probably be amazed that I turned out to be a fantastic dad & slightly dismayed that I mever quite made it either as a pro footballer, or movie stuntman, still…filthy fucking rich will do.

I remember doing the math in Year Book class in 1976 my Senior year. The math said I would be 42 or something. Well, 42 wasn’t ever going to happen to me so I just blew it off.

What she would be happy:
– I can speak three languages.
– I’m studying in a language college.
– I’m no longer rdiculed for my opinions.
– I have more imagination than her.
– I’m a more thoughtful person than her.

What she would be disappointed:
– I have a fetish for the Mafia.
– What she considers right is wrong to me.
– I am no longer as innocent as her.