Myself Confidence

Sometimes I wish I could go back to the 22 years ago-or-whatever me and give the same amount of confidence I have now. Perhaps I would’ve made a lot more choices that would’ve saved me time, money, and the unneeded stressing. I can’t say that I can give my old me a lot more insight–because nearly nothing I think now has changed. Which I know is either a really bad thing, or a fairly OK thing, perhaps I could give myself some helpful insight–but seeing as I wasn’t, yeah…
But self-esteem is something that I suppose either most pre-teens either have little of, or just have entirely too much and run amok like ants on a fallen ice cream cone at the state fair.
While I was stable with who I was, I think occasionally it would’ve been nicer to have more confidence in my own decisions. Because, you know, not to sound conceited, I actually was quite right about most things I told my peers at the age of 11, haha. I was the square. The weirdo, the lunatic. When I’m thirty-four which isn’t too far off now–I hope that I don’t regret not having the esteem and insight that I will have then, but that I currently don’t possess. Because retrospect is a horrible thing. It’s like losing a piece to a puzzle you only started a few days ago, and now you can never finish it–you’ll just have to buy a new one.