Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Dear 16 year-old me,



I know no one in your life is going to tell you, hemmed around as you are with hippies and feminists and people addicted to The Lie, but you really need to know this:

Don't sleep around.

You will destroy your chances of marriage, crush your spiritual life, blight your happiness and wither your heart. You will kill your soul and warp your personality forever.

I know that you think it is the only thing that gives you any sense of being real and alive, but it is like drinking water that only makes you more thirsty. You will spend 30 years drowning in clinical depression, self-loathing and countless hundreds of nights convulsed with weeping. It will ruin you utterly.

By the time you start to wise up in your 20s, it will be too late to undo the damage. It will cause a mental, emotional and spiritual destruction down to the foundations of who you are, your total self-understanding. And you will spend the rest of your life trying to rebuild.

Oh, and you will catch HPV, which you won't know about until they tell you you've got cancer and they have to cut out your uterus and ovaries. This will happen at a time in your life when you think you have finally got things together and are starting to generate faint and distant hopes of a normal life. It will destroy your hesitant little dreams of married happiness that will hardly even have had a chance to blossom.

It will send you down a medical path that will take you far away from where you thought you were headed. This will happen at the exact moment when you thought you had finally managed to reconstruct your whole self. You will be forced to start again. You will have to downshift your expectations and to abandon the last shreds of hope that you will ever be able to fix the things that went wrong so long ago.

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Ever wonder why I hate feminism so much?



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9 comments:

Tamara Moravec said...

Oh I love this, I can totally relate to this. If young women only knew!!

Jon said...

If I had a teenage daughter, I'd show her what you've written.

But since I don't, I'll show it to my teenage sons.

Bill White said...

Thank you. I have bookmarked this to share with my children when the time is right.

Anonymous said...

Dear world,

Telling 16yos to keep it in their pants all by itself is no good. They need to be able to hope for marriage at an appropriate age, when the blood is still hot and the babymakers are still working. Visible monasticism would also be helpful.

Your friend,
Karen

Seraphic said...

Many women past childbearing age marry, so presumably women who have had hysterectomies also marry. The inability to have children is not a deal-breaker to all men.

Meanwhile, it cannot be too widely known that "safe sex" is not safe and that teenagers have more to worry about than pregnancy. And who is to say the guy who sleeps around for years and years could not transfer HPV to his previously sexually inexperienced wife?

It would be nice if various public health officials would come clean about why they want to inoculate every 15 year old girl in the UK, for example, against HPV.

Teresa B. said...

As much as what you have written sounds dreadful - it is something more and more young people need to hear.
The outcome may or may not be as your scenerio has turn out but it does mess up many lives. If they are able to get out of that lifestyle and turn around - it is true that it could come back and nip you in the behind.
I had an STD that was caught very early on and after it cleared up they just told me safe sex. Not to stop - which was what I needed to hear - but just use protection.
I really don't have anything good to say to my own children about my teens/early 20's. I thought I could erase it but my kids want to know what I did while I was a teen.
The feminist lie has robbed many of us - some more than others.
Sometimes I get angry listening to them spew it out as "freedom."

NearJacoba'sWell said...

Unfortunately, feminism was (and is..) often more a reaction to something also dreadful/intolerable than it is the personal version of "Don't tread on me." Like all extreme responses to real problems that initially seem reasonable, it can get out of hand so fast that it controls you rather than the other way around, like the Occupy Anything movement. (Just sayin', not defending.) Enough, though, because right now's the time to say something undeniably inarguable: With God, all things are possible. Holy marriage, children, a house with atelier for the resident artist, lots of company, fireplace, dogs. Nothing is written out for one who believes. God bless you.

Anonymous said...

If you had told me 14 months ago that I would be married, I would have laughed in your face. Both I and my now-husband considered ourselves unmarriageable. Five years ago there were huge impediments to either of us getting married, but life changed for us both and we were healed in ways we never expected.

All I'm saying with this is that you should never write anything off as a possibility in your life.

Lydia

Douglas Naaden said...

Point well made!