Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; Diary update

oh nevermind;

“Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;

oh nevermind;

You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.

But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….

You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary… whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.“

-Mary Schmich

Dear Children,

This is your pillowy dough mother speaking.

She fed you some particularly tasty snacks in the last couple of weeks. Have you digested them yet?

Part 1: For the Love of Zoomers (go straight to the Sunday part)

Part 2: the boys who keep me young

Part 3: Libtarded Millenial GirlBoss DESTROYED By Chady Zoomer Podcast Bro

Writing these exhausted me; my emotional balls are empty. Does that make sense?

I have been reading economics books and working on my tax returns, that’s how overstimulated my nervous system feels after I posted that calorie bomb.

I could have written a brilliant diary for this and last week because the pre-Christmas period is always packed with mischievous Westminster socialising. When you write about people, people become hellbent to give you something worthy to write about. Everybody lives their lives like they are the main character; it is intoxicating to see themselves through another’s eyes.

Indeed, I drafted my entries. But felt sick looking at them. You got enough info on my life for this month. Bonnie Blue, I hope you find your intellectual equivalent one day. But I am not it.

For intellectual exhibitionists like myself, it is such a treat to have a captive audience. But I don’t want to take advantage of your interest. I only want to litter your mailbox when I have something to say that you can only hear from me. There are plenty of good writers giving you recaps of what is going on in the world and a gazillion diarists to update you on the minutiae of their lives.

I am temporarily pausing the usual diary format to finish a book proposal before Christmas.

We are going on a word diet, my starchy kiddos.

I am also off the booze, except for dates, to be fair to the Gents who need all the help they can get, and back in the gym (the real gym, pumping iron again! not my usual pilates studio).

PS 1 If you miss me, why not come see me debating David Starkey and Toby Young, with David Aaronovitch in the Emmanuel Centre next Wednesday, 19th November, for the Spectator. Buy your tickets here and tomatoes to throw at me from any good supermarket.

Let me know if you have any good anti-private school arguments in the comments.

PS 2

I hope you all enjoyed the magnificent film the

Substack

team and lovely

randa

created. I know I loved filming it. We met at 6:00 am by Westminster Bridge; they miked me up and let me chat shit about myself for 3 hours. What more can a political gobeshite/media grifter ask for?

Substack on Film: Stella Tsantekidou

Most nutritiously yours,

Stella