- Saturday, February 4, 2012

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28 DAY WRITING CHALLENGE: Day 04

Write a letter to your future self

Hey Future Me

Are there flying cars yet!? If not - then Now Me is going to be pissed…

SO, how is everything? I hope this finds you well.

Wherever in the world you’re reading this, I wish that it is a thousand miles away from where I, Now Me/Past You, is typing this. In the apartment where the only window in the room directly faces the adjacent building (in structural terms, it’s on-looking what’s referred to as a “building well”) which funnels the volume and noise from the incredibly loud woman one floor below and straight across who sings Spanish pop songs in the flattest vocal range you have ever heard (and remember, you’ve watched more than one season of American Idol) The very same woman who shouts loudly at her young, maybe 6-year old son Julian (you know his name because she shouts it every day) who then shouts back at her every time he wants anything, because she is a terrible parent.

The building well also allows you to hear, every single time whenever anyone from at least 3 different apartments in the building across uses the bathroom. At least one of these people, seemingly has a set time between 3-4am, when he takes a shit. If you run into this person (and you never will) you should helpfully suggest that he should perhaps chew his food more, due to his obvious gas problem. He also sounds like a smoker, because whenever he uses the bathroom, he violently coughs up some sort of mucus and/or phlegm…

Of course, you would never hear any of these “bathroom antics” if you were in fact, sleeping at that time - instead of being inexplicably awake until 6, sometimes 7am.

Have you lost the weight that Now Me is trying so hard to using “The 4 Hour Body”? What if someone invents the “The 3 Hour Body” in the future, like that joke in There’s Something About Mary?

I know that most of what you wanted to happen in our life hardly ever did, seemingly quite unfairly (believe me, I understand). Things just happened, good or bad, and you always made the best of it. I hope that is a character trait that you and I have not lost in the future.

From wherever you are, maybe you will look back at this time of our life and think of it as “character building”, and not “character building” in the bad way where people become bitter and angry, but in the good way where you’re stronger and better off mentally and emotionally. You’ve been through some dark times here, living on your own. But you will make it out on the other side, leaving all of this behind you, and me.

Above all else - I hope that you have finally found the girl who loves you back as much as you love her. I also hope that your kids are happy and healthy. I’m already praying that they both get their mother’s smarts and good looks, instead of ours.

Please give your family a giant hug from me.

And - I’ll see you soon, Future Me