If I Could Tell My 16-Year-Old Self Anything, It Would Be to Leave That Cursed Amulet Alone, It’s Not Worth It

We all learn so many hard lessons in our teenage years – about love, friendship, and how to be a good person in the world. We take some risks, try new things, and learn about ourselves through our mistakes. But if I could hop in a time machine and tell my 16-year-old self one thing, it would be to leave that cursed amulet alone, Hannah, it really isn’t worth it.


Back then, I was doing typical teenage stuff – smoking behind the pizza place, drinking cheap beer by the abandoned mine on the edge of town, exploring the “cursed” mineshaft with a ragtag group of teens and a mysterious old woman who speaks in a series of riddles – you know, typical teenage shenanigans. But if I could have stopped myself right there and said, Hannah, please do not pick up the amulet that appears to be whispering your name no matter how much it glistens, I would be so, so much better off today.


I’m sure we all wish we could do the same for one reason or another! Mine is just a cursed amulet that’s ruined my life from the moment I touched it.


Every morning I wake up $600,000 in medical debt, I wish I could go back in time and tell myself, “Hanna, when an amulet promises you eternal life in exchange for taking it out of the mineshaft, DO NOT DO IT. Cursed amulets do NOT have your best interests in mind.” But just like most 16-year-olds, I really believed the amulet thought I was special. Boy was I wrong!



If I could only go back there, I’d be like, “Stop it, Hannah! This is just your low self-esteem at work!”


Nowadays, I tell any teenager I meet to stay away from haunted objects of any kind. They prey on young impressionable kids whose brains are not fully formed yet are fully capable of doing their bidding. Boy, would I really let my teenage self have it if I saw her picking up that amulet, burning her hands, and carrying an eternal curse that can only be removed if I pass it onto another young virgin.


Look, I believe virginity is a dated social construct, but I don’t write the prophecies here, people!


Anyway, we all have regrets. As for me, I’m trapped on the edge of this mine for what I assume is all of eternity, cause I’ve lost several limbs being pulled out manually. So, don’t be like me (unless you’re an impressionable virgin)!