I'm a college guh-gah-goowah.
I had this weird dream last night. I dreamt I was in some big city train station struggling to figure out what train to get on and how to get to it. Somehow I ended up saying 'fuck it' and driving home with some strangers that took all these back roads. Along the way everybody we passed was crashing their cars and horses and bikes. We stopped just short of home to stretch our legs and when I got out of the car I realized I was right around the corner from the house where I grew up so I told the driver that there was fine and walked to my old house. It was super early in the morning and I wandered into the back yard and saw that the garage was open so I walked in and saw that it was filled with all this old and packed-away kid-stuff like bikes, tricycles, scooters, and even those balls with the rims that you can stand on and hop around. So I grab one of the hoppy-ball things and hop around the yard remembering what it was like to grow up around there. Then I realized that I wasnt actually home yet. That my long trip wasnt over. So I started walking toward where I live now which is on the other side of town. And it dawned on me that even when I got there that it wouldnt be the end of this journey. Even though I worked so hard and came so far to get there that it still wasnt the final destination. But atleast it was a starting point. Atleast it was a step in the right direction.
Dearest Myself,
Hello, it is me from the future. Almost a year to the day that you wrote this in fact. I bet you are wondering what the future is like. Well, its exactly the same. Same town. Same bank account balance. Same optimistic outlook yet pessimistic circumstance. I(we) seriously need to rethink some things. Obviously the way we are going about our life is getting us nowhere. We're doing the same things and ending up back in the same places. You know as well as me (wait? yeah.) that repeating the same actions and expecting different outcomes is the definition of insanity. So is writing notes to yourself probably. Anyway. Be different. Stop hoping. Starting acting (engaging in action). Optimism (and prozac) may make you feel good but they'll get you nowhere in the end (or atleast a year from now).
Sincerely,
Yourself
P.s.-Just go ahead and relax your hair as it grows out. You'll never pull off growing it out curly and just end up shaving it all off again.
Dearest Myself,
Hello, it is me from the future. Almost a year to the day that you wrote this in fact. I bet you are wondering what the future is like. Well, its exactly the same. Same town. Same bank account balance. Same optimistic outlook yet pessimistic circumstance. I(we) seriously need to rethink some things. Obviously the way we are going about our life is getting us nowhere. We're doing the same things and ending up back in the same places. You know as well as me (wait? yeah.) that repeating the same actions and expecting different outcomes is the definition of insanity. So is writing notes to yourself probably. Anyway. Be different. Stop hoping. Starting acting (engaging in action). Optimism (and prozac) may make you feel good but they'll get you nowhere in the end (or atleast a year from now).
Sincerely,
Yourself
P.s.-Just go ahead and relax your hair as it grows out. You'll never pull off growing it out curly and just end up shaving it all off again.