Have you ever wondered what it would be like to receive a letter from yourself from the past?
I have, and what a surprise it was when I happened to come across futureme.org, a site that allows you to write letters and choose the date you want them delivered. Better still, you can do this for anyone.
I’m pretty sure that I came across this website a good six or so months ago, after hearing about it from another website, which I now recall to be theboredbutton one day when I was, yes, *boreeeeeed*
And you know what they say about that? “Intellectually advanced individuals experience a higher rate of boredom as they are just *TOO* intellectually advanced”.
Well, thank you (;
I’m extremely off topic already, so I’ll just gradually get back on track, and tell you all a little story. At the time, I’m pretty sure that I was destined to be off screens for a bit because I’d overused my electronic privileges, and needed to lay off a bit (RIP). Naturally, I was bored, even though it was the present day and not a good hundred years ago. That’s kids for you though.. no screens, no fun.
That’s my brother for you. Y’all hear that?
So, I went and checked out this fascinating new website, and wrote myself a nice, lengthy letter. I doubt that I’ll remember everything I said, but it went something like this..
You’re probably wondering what you were thinking as you wrote this. You’re probably wondering what it’s like to receive a letter from yourself. Well, right now, you’re sitting on the sofa watching TV. Maybe you’ll receive this letter at home, maybe in class.
Well, here’s what I’m thinking gorgeous: You are beautiful, worthy, loved, loving, and caring. You are a fantastic friend, daughter, partner, best friend, grandaughter and sister. You are enough.
so on, so on.”
Haha, scrap the last part. That’s just my memory failing me.
I happened to receive this lovely lovely a couple of days ago when I was going through a particularly difficult time. A mini depressive episode, and I was sinking into a familiar self hatred that I’ve harbored for years. What would you call that? Maybe fate. Luck?
Who’s to say at the end of the day?
Me or you? I’m not sure, but I do know what it feels like to receive a letter from yourself. It’s surprising, but the good sort.
Love you all,