Hey there, older me. First and foremost, I would begin by
confessing that it’s the first time I am doing this and I know it sounds funny,
but I am nervous. Anyways, you are older than me now and I hope you have gotten
smarter; both metaphysically and psychologically. “They” would really like
that. I couldn't ever figure out who “they” were, maybe just a bunch of people
I’d wanted to please. Well, I’m done and it’s your liability now. To be honest,
this is the only thing that I wanted to convey and all this “letter to a year
old me” was an excuse for that. But since we are at it, let’s have a boy (me)
to man (you) talk. Don’t worry. I will not talk about you having figured out
what to do with your life and bullshit. Having said that, if you haven’t, I
think you should. Also, I won’t ask if you have a girlfriend by now. Having
said that, if you don’t, I think you should. I wouldn't even ask you if have
joined a gym. Having said that, if you haven’t, I think you should. Look for a
unisex gym, though.
You now know what you were a year back. In retrospect, you hadn't been that bad. Apart from some momentary lapses where you were a douche,
it was a pretty good year; uneventful but pretty good. If you don’t top the
mistakes, you did last year and of course, try not to repeat them even, believe
me you’d get the one thing you want the most, whatever that might be. I
obviously won’t make any assumptions about that because I don’t know what you
like now.
Frankly I don’t have a clue what’s your reaction after
reading this. Are you laughing your guts out? Are you crying your eyes out? Or
do you just think its lame? Funny thing is I am never going to know.
And yeah, Happy Birthday.
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