Jonathan Sumption, Historian and Former Supreme Court Judge
Remember that people’s prejudices are surprisingly resilient and their habits resistant to dictation. The world will not be changed by a few individuals or even a whole generation. In the development of mankind, a decade is the blinking of an eye and a lifetime is a brief interval.
Sarah Ditum, Author and Journalist
Here are two things I did at university, one of which I’d generally advise and one of which I’m not sure I recommend but which definitely wasn’t bad for me. The first is: I read everything I possibly could that struck me as interesting. People think the point of university is the qualification. No. The point of university is the massive library. Go into the stacks. Read some dusty pamphlets no one’s touched for 30 years and aren’t on the internet. Learn something nobody else knows. It’s so much fun, and I wrote some of my best essays on things I found that way (more importantly, I discovered things that shaped my thinking forever).
The second thing I did is: I had a baby. This definitely made things harder that they could have been (and my partner and I had a lot of support from family and friends, and needed all of it), but it worked out, and I think one of the reasons it worked out is that university (or early adulthood in general, if you’re not going to university) is likely to be one the last times you’ve got some leeway from the fixities of adult life — if I hadn’t done it then, I think I’d have been trapped in the life plan and not got around to it till I was 35. So don’t necessarily have a baby when you’re 20. But do give the freedoms you’ve got a hard workout, because if you don’t take chances now, you might be waiting a long time for the opportunity to come round again.
Irvine Welsh, Novelist
My only advice to anyone in their teens and early 20s would be: ignore the advice of anyone over, say, 25. They will offer you nothing except a tiresome and irrelevant justification of their own existence. Life has to be experienced, and for advice on how to navigate it, peer education is the only way. They say that “those who don’t learn from history are condemned to repeat it”. Well, if you want to improve this shit show, read proper researched and critical history books. Not stuff written by establishment lackeys or two bob grifting conspiracy merchants with their go fund me pages; look at the world created by all those old fools over thirty. They don’t understand it, so they certainly don’t get the one you’re bringing into existence. Get them to fuck.
Jason Williamson, Musician (Sleaford Mods)
My 20s were still under the relative cushion of adolescence and the reality of survival had yet to fully kick in. The thing I most depended on as some kind of compass for sense and reason was not to panic and trust that life, so long as I got up every morning and faced it, would clear a way for me.
I don’t mean to parent here, but I will say that if you can largely avoid cocaine, weed and alcohol and do a bit of exercise, it will make the ability to face life so much easier. And contrary to popular belief, such sensible behaviour will not dent the power of whatever ideas you have for your own contribution to the world.
Slavoj Žižek, Philosopher
Going to university is a transition of unmasking false appearances, of mercilessly demystifying fake authorities from parents to political leaders, of bringing out the hidden reality of domination and corruption. In your early 20s, a shift takes place which should not be dismissed as mere conformism. We become aware that appearances matter, or, as they say in Alcoholics Anonymous: fake it till you make it. Often, there is more truth in the mask, in what I pretend to be, than in (what I think is) the real face behind the mask. Freedom is in our societies is often an illusion which justifies domination and exploitation; however, only if we remain faithful to the idea of freedom we can we hope to come closer to actual freedom.
Ayaan Hirsi Ali, Writer and Activist
In 1997, I was in university. On the summer break some Dutch friends and I settled on going to the Gambia and Senegal. I remember early discussions about appropriate behaviour; how to deal with risk; did we read the relevant sections of the Lonely Planet? They were white, wealthy and young. None of them had visited a developing country. Inevitably, they were shocked by the heat, the chaos, noise, filth and constant warnings of theft and robbery.
Dirty toilets, swarms of flies everywhere, the smell of cooking food in the air was mingled with odours of decaying trash and wafts of open sewers. The only thing that seemed to cause excitement was the white tourists who were pestered by hordes of young men peddling useless items as souvenirs. None of this was new for me. Somalia, Kenya and Ethiopia are full of scenes like that.
It is daily life for millions of Africans.
I watched my young friends transform from rosy-eyed adventure seekers to ill-tempered complainers.
It was interesting to watch my friends from the very wealthy Netherlands not only survive in Africa but also to hold heated debates about the IQ of the locals and the role colonialism played there. They were strangely ignorant when they arrived, but in a way it was refreshing to hear them acknowledge that the poverty and discomfort they witnessed were the products of culture. They left with an awakened awareness of difference, and a fresh understanding of how lucky they were to have been born in a culture that generated wealth and comfort, and respected human integrity. So take a Lonely Planet trip to Africa and have your eyes opened.
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SubscribeWords of wisdom from the experts in what? If it’s life then we’ve all done it.
I’ll bet you haven’t done your life like Nick Cave has done his though.
I’d like to think there’s something meaningful in your comment but I can’t find it. Are you saying Nick Cave is an expert in living?
Irvine Welsh and Gillian Anderson have the best advice in my eyes.
Never turn down a party, sporting event, music gig etc as even if it’s rubbish there will be a good story to tell which always leads to happy memories.
Get drunk, try everything, live your life like it’s one big holiday, because one day you’ll spurt out some kids and the fun will all be over!
Oh, and most importantly sh@g anything that moves. You’ll never regret the ugly one you took home (again, a funny story) but you will regret missing out on the decent ones!
because one day you’ll spurt out some kids and the fun will all be over!
So the plan didn’t work.
Yeah. I have made it to my early sixties without tripping over that particular fallen log.
The kids are fine, I managed to hold out long enough. If I didn’t have them and was instead still drunkenly knocking around with 20 year olds at my age it would be a bit sad anyway
I’ve never had a plan! It’s a tactic that’s served me reasonably well
I don’t think Billy actually squirted out the kids himself.
Nah, I squirted them in there in the first place allegedly
The reply which occurs to me about you and squirting would be deleted by the moderators.
A rare occasion I should probably be grateful for them maybe?
In this case, it’s more likely that everyone should be grateful for them.
I’m intrigued to know what it is about the advice I’d give to youngsters that has seemingly upset so many people on here. Do people not think young people shouid enjoy themselves as much as possible before the inevitable responsibilities in life prevent them from doing so?
Each to their own. I was always quite fussy about who I slept with and when I was advised to lower my standards and get more action, I ended up hating the experience and the memories of it.
I’m not being prudish here: I would much prefer to have banged everything that moved as long as it was easy on the eye. That isn’t realistic for most of us though of course, so I had a choice: I could either become less choosy or get used to short rations in the bedroom. I found the latter to be more tolerable.
Smell the roses.
Learn a foreign language (it’s a superpower) and go and live somewhere sunny. Learn a practical skill. Don’t make drugs/booze/tobacco/porn part of your daily routine. Acquire experiences not stuff. Everybody’s winging it. Don’t get a credit card. Read food labels. Exercise. All pretty obvious,I spose.
Stereotypes save time.
They exist for a reason
I don’t know why it has such a bad name. The intelligensia, I suppose.
Read the Trial by Kafka and Chesterton’s Man Who Was Thursday.
Life is intrisically absurd. Learn how to laugh at it and at yourself.
Irvine Welsh is particularly crap.
That’s my advice
Irvine Walsh always is.
Near-great comment…. except that “Man Who Was Thursday” only has an absurd face; GKC is illustrating a huge Plan behind it all. Something notably absent from the collection of contributors above.
To me the allegorical Chistian aspect seems half hearted and tacked on at the end.
John Gray has an article about it in the NS:-
”In an article published on 13 June 1936, the day before he died, he insisted that a nightmare was all that the book recounted: “It was not intended to describe the real world as it was, or as I thought it was . . . It was intended to describe the world of wild doubt and despair, which the pessimists were generally describing at that date.” ”
If the plot is a nightmare, the characters in “Thursday” at least are identifiable and consistent. Who does Sunday represent? “Can you drink of the cup that I drink from?”
Even a bad dream reveals thoughts swirling around in the mind beneath it, even tho the dream itself becomes absurd.
AHA – brilliant!
The only person I would consider giving this sort of advice to is my younger self. However if I was able to do that and change some of his decisions then I wouldn’t be where I am now, where I’m quite content.
Agreed. I regret nothing. Had I made even one decision differently I would probably never have met my wife, and, although she died at 47, I would not have missed that for all the tea in China.
This comment stood out and for all the wrong reasons: “In my 20s, I learned more from my mistakes than I ever did from my successes.”
Younger people today are not allowed to experience normal failures. A culture of safetyism keeps kids marinated in Purell so that they avoid the bumps and scrapes of childhood. This culture extends to being taught to fear the world around them, from the physical to ideas they disagree with. They rarely have unsupervised time in which to work out the natural conflicts that arise among people. Rampant grade inflation means no one learns the consequences of poor performance.
There’s a lot of truth in that. Also, mistakes are so expensive today – young people can’t afford them.
I found a workaround for me -not listening to anyone and taking any stupid risk, fall and stand up again, works fine as long as i do not care very much about aquicision. In general I agree if I consider many in generation, but its absolutely not the case for everyone, but hey, at least we will have it very hard in social upwards mobility and are almost certainly in general going to be earning less, while the economy is going to total shit while its also uncertain if anything else than renting will be a thing ever.
Advice for you old people /s: Cocaine is fine as long as you are invited, this is a special occurence and just do not buy it yourselves for yourself.Pro Tip – one or two evenings – then go home. Because in my experience are full on cokeheads the worst people walking on this planet, at least most of them who do nothing else than dealing that shit and getting money for new 8balls. I mean its unblieveable what peaces of shit this drug creates out of the daily users who have also no money.
Don’t
Go to university
Dye your hair blue
Get a bull ring in your hooter
Smoke weed
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Do
Read vast quantities of classical literary fiction
Get a trade qualification, e.g. electrician, plumber, bricklayer
Learn one or two foreign languages
Plenty of exercise
Be deeply unpleasant towards all woke scum
The main focus of your 20s should be moral, intellectual and professional education, fun, the creation of deep friendships and the search for a good partner to create a family with. Don’t worry about the acquisition of property, assets and credentials but do work hard to acquire a virtuous character, creativity, originality and excellence in your chosen career.
Virtue is so over.
Actively, aggressively and relentlessly avoid ever becoming famous. Forever. It can be done. Everybody knows what Banksy does and the only people who know who he is aren’t telling. Shakespeare figured this out centuries ago. The J Writer, long before that. The people who’ve changed the world the most are people you’ve never heard of.
If you do become famous, then it’s solely because you want to become famous. And that automatically makes you a narcissistic tw*t who should be be politely ignored, forever after, however many billions mistakenly come to think they admire, respect and worship you.
Fame kills. So don’t kill yourself!
The Bible touches on almost every point made in these posts whether people realize it or not. It’s a pity it isn’t read by today’s pagans if only to undersand what they have rejected. Kindness and decency, just to name a couple. The connected sin of pride and vanity is another.
Skip the wine spritzer and go straight to Jack Daniels. Carry a flask to parties if you must. Learn that not every two week affair needs to be turned into a relationship. (I’m talking to my younger self here). Go on road trips. Turn on the radio. Find a bar that plays the blues. Love without embarrassment. I’m in my 70s. Take pictures.
I forgot to mention that I’m a woman.
Are you single?
I agree about road trips. They are hugely underrated, and in fact stand as the primary reason to get a driving licence for any young person who doesn’t already have one.
I couldn’t wait to get my license. And at night: KOMA on the radio. I still go for little drives. I live on an island so I can’t go far. But I can still turn the music up loud.
Read the first chapter of Ecclesiastes. I was dumbstruck when I came upon it shockingly late in life. It sums up everything.
Irvine Welsh has become a parody of himself. A fat, rich old man who swung from the teat of new Labour’s lefty enrichment cow for years and has forgotten how to relax his jaw.
This snobbish, superannuated t**t wouldn’t last five minutes outside north London these days.