Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Hello 23 year old Brian. This is 30 year old Brian writing to you from 2018.

Hello 23 year old Brian. This is 30 year old Brian writing to you from 2018. 


I wasn’t planning on writing to you. Our current therapist suggested writing letters to our past self at various ages and I planned on using neat, composite numbers. I was aiming for 20 or 25. I looked through lots of pictures, and there weren’t very many of you from 2011.  That was the year you went to Spain! I think this is the Brian that needs you most right now. You wanted to have pictures of you in Spain as a reminder of how proud you were to be one of the few in your family to ever travel outside the USA and that feeling of accomplishment for all the things you did to make that trip happen. But… it was hard to find any pictures of you. Because remember that one time when you deleted them all, or never took them in the first place? Let’s talk about that.


I look at this picture of you and remember what you were feeling that day. You were on a beach in Barcelona, fulfilling a lifelong dream of swimming in the Mediterranean. Except you didn’t go swimming. You were at your heaviest weight (252 lbs) and you were feeling fat, so you didn’t go in past your knees so you wouldn't have to take your shirt off, and then you were feeling self-conscious and awkward and ended up being kind of standoffish and feeling isolated while the rest of your group had a blast in the water and the sand. You were also feeling shame about noticing all the beautiful Mediterranean man-candy on the beach, shame about not having a gorgeous body like everyone else around you, and shame about feeling shame. Meta-shame. Remember that one, we’ll loop back to it in a future letter to 29 year old Brian when we talk about vulnerability and your failed first (gay) relationship.


I’m sad for you right now. And a little upset and impatient with you TBH. But mostly sad. You knew you should be having the time of your life but you were so timid and insecure and hurt and closed-off that it was  a constant obstacle to enjoying yourself there and making friends. Here are some things I wish you’d had somebody to tell you then, in no particular order:
  • Have a kinder internal dialogue. You put some pretty scathing labels on yourself (fat, awkward, clumsy, ugly, dumb) that you would never let anyone else get away with saying to you - so why is it okay to say those things to yourself? [Sotto voce] It’s not. You are smart, resourceful, moderately funny, a decent clarinetist and singer, and some of your rougher life experiences have made you compassionate AF. And if you need something more superficial to appreciate, no worries. You have nice eyes, somehow still have a soccer butt, and once you graduate from BYU you'll have a strong beard game to look forward to *nail-painting emoji*. There are lots of good things to like about yourself if you stop berating yourself long enough to notice. (You're still working on this at age 30, but have made some appreciable improvement.)
  • Don’t try so hard to get people to like you. A few years ago you came out to a few people and then they rejected you. This included friends and family. I know you were still devastated by this, but I have some insight for you: those people don’t matter. They weren’t your friends anyway. Some of those people (friends and family) needed some time to be okay with it. Give them some time, they’ll come around. Focus on the friends who support you living your best life. There are also lots more people in your life who you haven’t met yet who will be AMAZING friends to you, so hold tight for a bit longer.
  • It’s okay that you’re gay. It’s okay that you didn’t go on a mission. It’s okay that you’re having doubts about the Church. Doing “the right thing” (i.e. mission, marriage, children) is not a guarantee of happiness. I know being in such a high-pressure environment at BYU makes it hard to see above it all, and you’re super stressed about not living up to the expectations that the Church set for you. In a couple years you’ll leave that environment, leave the Church, and leave that toxic pressure! So many of those things you’re stressed and ashamed about don’t matter anymore. Your life at age 30 is not perfect, but you are relatively successful at adulting and you have a good community of family and friends. Hang in there.
  • So… let’s talk about relationships. You are compassionate and generous AF with your time and emotional energy. That can be a good thing. But… please stop spending so much energy on people who don’t / won’t reciprocate. That goes for friends and dating. But especially for straight men. *facepalm*
  • Also, for the love of God can you please buy some more T-shirts? That Scooby Doo shirt is whimsical and all but 30% of your pics are in that shirt. You'll develop some better fashion sense in a couple years. At least... I hope so.
I know you don’t love yourself very much right now, and your self-esteem is a little on the low end. That’s okay. (Spoiler alert: you’re still going to be working on this when you’re 30). But I love you. Thank you for hanging in there. 

2 comments:

Unknown said...

I love this. Thank you for sharing thoughts with younger Brian, as well as the rest of us.

milojohn5 said...

I remember you from that year. I didn't know that you had all that internal dialogue going on. I never thought that you were anything but beautiful, clothed and unclothed.