Doing a bit of personal archaeology today, finding old tiny journal-wikis I worked on from about 10 years ago. Reading all the stuff in there, I really wish I could hang out with 25-year-old me. And two thoughts follow from that, one, that "hang out with" is the operative verb there, rather than WARN MYSELF OF THE HORRIBLE THINGS I SHOULD NOT DO probably speaks decently well to how I've conducted my life since then --- and two, I reckon I at least can hang out with past-me, a little, sort of, exactly since I had the foresight to do a lot of journalling then. But still. Nostalgia and stuff.