If I had my time again…

If I had my time again…

I have often thought, as many do I’m sure, what I would do differently if I had my time again. Below are some of my more memorable blunders, mistakes and general fuck-ups I wish I could go back and change. I shall keep returning to this post to add any I think should be posted here. Hopefully there won’t be any new ones.

School Days –

The most obvious first I think. I wish to high heaven I had buckled down at school a bit more. Its only when you get older that you realize you haven’t gotten as far or achieved as much you could have, had you worked that bit harder. Made a few of the harder decisions.  Looking back I can see all those easier options I went for came with a heavy price tag. I don’t feel I have made the best of the opportunities I’ve had as far as education is concerned. I firmly believe that if I had buckled down and really got stuck into my GCSE’s and then my A’Levels, I could have studied medicine. I know I’ve got the potential in me. I feel I have an affinity for it. Alas, I’m getting to old to start all that now. I have commitments, bills to pay etc. That ship has sailed, as they say.

University Days –

If I could grab hold of that little fuck who started University back in 1998… I’d punch his fucking lights out. Then I’d tell him, ‘What the fuck are you doing here? You’ve signed up to do an engineering course and you’re shit at maths. You spastic.’

Then I’d give him another good kick in and tell him to get a part-time job if he’s going to stay.

Don’t get me wrong, I had a terrific time at university. Its just when I look back its seems to me to be an equally terrific waste of time and money. I think I’m gonna be paying off my student loan forever.

Money –

I would tell my younger self to carry a sharp pencil on his person at all times. Then, when some smiling thief approaches offering a credit card or a loan – stab him in the eye. Unfortunately if I were to insist on this method of financial security I too would be blind. I am still to this day paying off the loan I took out for that car five years ago. And get this, I sold the car four years ago. Wanker.

Leaving the Nest –

We all love our own space. None more so than me. After all, its damn difficult to go out, pick up a girl and bring her back to your parents house. That said, I was saving a lot of money living at home. I have guesstimated that had I stayed at home for a full year after joining the NHS I could have saved on average a minimum of a thousand pounds a month. Looking back I really can’t think of anything that so important I had to leave. Twat.

I have a belief that the decisions you make in life are in theory the ones you want to make at that time. I would not be the man I am today (and I quite like who I am) had I not made those choices. I love the concept that bad decisions make the best lessons. That is always very comforting to me. It means that for everything I have done wrong I have in theory learned a very important lesson. I love learning.

Anyway, thats enough for now. I shall return to add more in time no doubt.


Author: Mark S Thompson

Okay, so these things are kind of hit and miss. If you’re reading this then I am thankful to you for taking the time out of your day to do so. I’ll be honest, when I think of myself as a writer, I kinda cringe. Don’t get me wrong, it is the dream, it's​ just I never really believe it will go anywhere. When I think back to the day that I first knew I loved writing, and I mean really knew, I see myself sitting in an English lesson at secondary school. The school was called Wrotham and is in the county of Kent, England. As far as I know, it's still there. English was far and away my favourite subject. The best bit was when the teacher gave the class a selection of words and asked us to make up a story that either contained those words or was about those words, you know. At other times we would be given the first sentence and then write what happens next. Good times. Many times my work would reflect what I had recently read and it would be okay. Nothing special, just okay. On one occasion though I wrote about a merman called Finchy and can remember going into so much depth and detail about him and the underwater kingdom he lived in. I really enjoyed writing that and it must have shown because my teacher commented on it. She was really impressed and loved the story. That was it for me, my moment. Now when I write I think back to those great times and to that story. Hopefully, I’ll write something that you, the reader, will be moved to comment on. For me, there is no greater elixir

One thought on “If I had my time again…”

  1. ‘If I Could Turn Back Time’….that’s an excellent subject for a post, I might try it myself sometime soon.

    Going back to your post, the School Days entry is a no-brainer……all schoolkids, especially boys, tend to underachieve at school, so you’re certainly not alone on that one.

    The university thing….you have no idea how proud I was of you when you went off to university. I can remember dropping you off at Colchester campus after a weekend at home, watch you striding away towards the halls of residence, and feel my heart swell with pride. I thought you were doing exactly what I would have done, given the opportunity…and I knew you’d be having a great time. 4 years at Uni and you came out without a degree, but I even now I wouldn’t say it was wasted. Good times, good memories to look back on.

    I can still remember my incredulous bewilderment when I found out how crap you were at managing money. And I got incredibly angry at how you point blank refused to take any advice about it….How many times did I say the words ‘Credit Cards? Devices Of The Devil’…but you just smiled and thought me a no-nothing fool.

    Yup, leaving that great big house in Queens Road to go build a boys pad with your mate in Ipswich….and pay all those bills that go with it. Oops.

    But you’re right, you have to make your own way, make your own decisions, and then smile ruefully when you make your own mistakes. Life-shaping…and thats just as it always was.


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