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2 years ago
Today, I have been 26 for exactly 1 month. I just heard about the site FutureMe.org The premise of the site is to write an email to yourself and then choose when it’s sent to you, whether it’s 4.5 weeks or 45 years from now. It reminds me of 7th grade when my English teacher, Mr. Fasulo, used a very similar concept as an end-of-year assignment. I had forgotten about this until the day after I graduated from High School when I received a letter from myself dated exactly five years earlier. It was riddled with immaturity, insecurity, and hope. Next time I go home to my parents, I will be digging through the attic chest to find this letter again.
A friend of mine had not only heard of the site, but had two rather unpleasant experiences with it. The first happened when she was googling herself one day (using the website Google, not twiddling her dinkie) and came upon a FutureMe letter that someone else had wrote to himself and included a small profession of college-aged love to my friend, leaving her totally skeeved out. The second run-in is when she sent this letter to herself, and upon reading it four years later, found that nothing had changed (I’ve kept her identity anonymous):
The following is an e-mail from the past, composed on Monday, October 24, 2005, and sent via FutureMe.org)
Dear FutureMe,
it’s exactly a year ago today. i’m sitting in my apartment on E 31st st wasting away yet another day. this is what i do. i wake up at an absurd hour in the middle of the afternoon and mope around this tiny apartment all day until lara gets home and then i feel like an asshole when i have to tell her that i was a useless piece of shit yet again. do you have a job yet? god i hope so. at least be back in school or something. do you still live in new york. i hope for your sake you’re not in nacle right now. and i hope you have friends and i hope youre happier than i am right now. are you still with ron? that would be suprising and that would also mean you’re settling for someone you’re not in love with because you think you can’t do any better. get your shit together if you haven’t already. if you aren’t settled down in a job or school then just pick up and move to a different country. you have no excuse not to. figure out what you’re being for halloween cuz i know you’ve been thinking about it all week and still cant figure it out.
love ya!
*******I’ve posted her letter here at the risk of making her feel exposed and vulnerable, but I hope she doesn’t mind (she actually has the purest-of-hearts, impeccable grammar, and my undying love & respect). I’m only using her as an example to show that all of our peers, present company included, are pathetic and miserable. We want BIG things like change, money, and love but we wallow away and all of a sudden January 1st is December 31st and another year has gone by with nothing accomplished. Just because I’m writing a blog about finding the balance between my early 20’s and my late 20’s doesn’t mean I’m actually going to find it… Today, I have exactly 11 more months.
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