LETTER TO SELF

Dear me,

                I  hope you don’t get confused, but this is a letter from you, I mean me, which is you. I’m from the future. Well, the past. YOUR past. Also my past, if you think about it. The reason why I’m writing to you is because… Ok well, I’ll be honest with you. Don’t tell anyone but this is for a college assignment. I’m supposed to write a letter describing my current self, my expectations and ambitions and my hopes for the future.

                Ok well, right now, I’m in a pretty good place and I hope you are too, in the future. I’ve started to grow a beard and hopefully that’s grown into a great mane. I am also intending to join the gym, so I hope you’re a hunked up beast by now.

                I don’t really have much in the way of expectations, or ambitions. Because I simply don’t know where to start. I just expect you to be super duper rich and popular in the hollywood industry at this point. If not, then what the hell are you doing anyway? Jk, I’m just not a very ambitious person.

                The year is 2018, or was? You should be reading this sometime in the year 4000. I hope everything is fine with you there, or then? Maybe you’re just dear by now. It has been 2000 years, after all.

With love,

Me. You. Us.