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.

M:-)

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 View all posts by Mark S Thompson