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A letter to my 19-year old self

In five days, I start my journey through the final year of my thirties. 39 doesn’t seem like an age that should hold any significance, but it feels like it launches the close of a chapter. Maybe a whole book.

I haven’t lived 39 years worth of living. There’s been a lot of time wasted while treading water, biding time, and hemming and hawing. But I’ve learned a lot, I’ve seen even more, and I wish I could go back and pass it on to myself as a teen. Here’s the letter I would send my 19-year old self:
Adam Avitable, comedian, at 19

Dear me,

It’s me, you. But I’m 38 now, and it’s the year 2016. When you’re reading this in 1997, you’re obsessed with Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez, reading Anne Rice over and over again, and spending your evenings playing Duke Nukem in the computer labs at Washington and Lee University, where you’re a junior. You study Japanese and ignore your core classes, which is why you’re going to graduate with a 3.9 in your major but a 2.7 overall. Luckily, your LSAT score will be so high that you’ll still get into a top 25 law school, without even taking a prep course. High five. Yeah, people still do that.

But here’s where you have to listen, and I know that’s the hardest part for you. You’ve spent 19 years being one of the smartest and most capable people in the room, even including the adults, and it’s left you with a feeling of omniscience. You start to think that you know better than everyone else, and that nobody has anything to teach you. I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong.

You can learn something from everyone you meet. Succeeding in life isn’t about always being right, because while that’s fun, it can also alienate you from people who might otherwise be amazing parts of your life. Stop reveling so much in correcting others and start turning that eye inward. Learn about culture and society and interpersonal relationships and why personal connections give us a strength and power more than makes sense logically.

Stop controlling everything, because you’re not. You think you are, but it’s all out of a fear of the unknown. Let someone else take over sometimes. Go get drunk. Embarrass yourself. Be human. Stop trying to show the world an unbroken facade, because the cracks are way too visible.

It comes to an end. The facade crumbles and you’re left broken for a long time. A marriage that probably shouldn’t have happened, or at the very least should have included some real communication. Relationships that fizzle because you’d rather be right than loved. A desperation and depression that make it hard to get out of bed. This is where your path is taking you.

Go to law school, but realize that law school is an education, not a career. Start writing early, and start performing stand-up at open mics as soon as you can. Create! Make short films and write novels and perform comedy and realize that your purpose on this world is pretty clear. You’re not here to cure cancer. You won’t be President. You probably won’t even end up with a wife and kids. But your words and your actions will have a power that you can’t see right now. You can make an impact just by being you. But the you when you’re alone. The you who’s vulnerable and a little scared, but confident and hopeful. The you who wants to be loved and liked because that’s how he feels worthy. The you who’s honest and open, even if it hurts or makes him look weak.

Save your judgment for yourself and your love for everyone else. Show compassion and empathy above all else, and open your heart, your arms, and your door to those who need it. Love others like you really, really want to be loved, and put yourself in someone else’s shoes before you ever dare open your mouth to say anything against them.

And have fun! Go out, party, and don’t be so shy and creepy. Talk to the girls who made you nervous, like Ericka, Sarah, Courtney, or Celeste. They’re just people, too, and years later you’ll find out that you would have gotten along with them better than you could have realized. If only you’d given it a shot in the beginning, and stopped worrying what people thought.

Finally, buy stock in Apple. Trust me, it will be worth it.

-Adam Heath Avitable, age 38.

P.S. If you don’t believe it’s me, remember that time that we were 13 and almost broke our neck in an attempt at auto-fellatio? Yeah, nobody knows about that except us. Well, in 1996. In 2016, I talk about it on stage, so it’s no longer a secret.

P.P.S. Have sex soon! It’s worth it. Don’t wait until law school. Trust me. It’s amaaaazing.

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Your degree sucks

For my undergraduate degree, I attended a small liberal arts college in Lexington, Virginia, called Washington and Lee University. A highly conservative school with 97% of the students going Greek, it was not exactly somewhere that I fit in. I didn’t drink, I wasn’t wealthy, I didn’t dress up, I wasn’t a redneck, and I didn’t like Dave Matthews.

Adam Avitable, 1997, age 20

When it came time to choose a major, I was torn.  I knew that I wanted to go to law school, but I had no interest in political science or business or any of the other typical pre-law majors.  They all bored me to death.  I hated my politics class so much and skipped so many classes that on my final exam, the professor wrote a question like this:  “Congressman Adam Avitable is absent from 40 out of the 75 scheduled votes in a session.  What is this called?”  As you can imagine, I had no fucking idea what the answer was.

I took advantage of the fact that I was in a liberal arts college and took classes in religion, gender studies (which just means womyn studies, and I found that to be obnoxious), art, and Japanese.  It was in my Japanese class, taught by Professors Ann Rogers and Ken Ujie, that I started to find a place where I fit in.  Our classes took place in a tiny ramshackle house on campus that was falling apart at the seams.  The other languages were all taught in state-of-the-art classrooms in austere buildings that were part of the Colonnade that graces every photo taken of our school.  Japanese and Chinese classes were not where the normal, traditional students were.  This was the place of the outcast, the non-Stepford wife in training, the reject, the independent thinker.

Throughout the four years I was there, I expanded my classes to include Japanese language, culture, art, history, and religion.  I eschewed other classes in favor of creating independent studies where I could study the films of Kurosawa or curate a museum showing of priceless East Asian artifacts.  I didn’t have the money to go to Japan, but I desperately wanted to.  I didn’t care about my core classes – I skipped as many as I could, barely paid attention in class, and passed by the skin of my teeth.  But when it came to East Asian studies, I focused.  I studied the language and practiced my calligraphy.  We learned to cook traditional food and eat with chopsticks.  I convinced the teaching assistant, who was fresh from Japan, to teach us profanity even though it made her blush.  And when it came time to graduate, I may have only had a 2.8 cumulative GPA, but in my major, I had a 3.7, and that’s all I cared about.  My major – East Asian Studies.

Do you know what you do with a BA in East Asian Studies?  You work at McDonald’s, or you get a job as an assistant, or you keep going to school until you get a degree that actually counts!  And so I went to law school, got a Juris Doctorate, which I proceeded to waste miserably by never practicing a single day of law.

What’s the moral of the story?  Your degree sucks.  Mine sucks, too.  In fact, most people have a completely worthless and useless degree.  It doesn’t matter, though.  Instead of focusing on what you can’t do, focus on what you need to do to move forward.  Go back to school and get a graduate degree.  Start your own business and build a pedigree that way.  Work for a company at the bottom and work your ass off until you reach the top.  But realize that it’s not your degree that’s holding you back.  It’s you.