Yesterday, on my way into the bathroom, I bumped into someone. Literally. Neither of us were really looking where we were going, and we kind of bumped into each other. We quickly apologized and went our separate ways, I was going in and he was going out.
Shortly later I realized that the guy I had bumped into was wearing the same sweater I was. Actually, he looked a lot like me. Same haircut, glasses, and sweater. He looked a bit older than me, though. I thought, "Wow, I just bumped into Future Me!"
Later, as I write this, I come to the realization that Future Me couldn't really be Future Me, because Future Me had about eight inches of height on me, and I'm done growing. Oh well.
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Now you know why I sometimes laugh for no apparent reason. Updated whenever the mood strikes me.
What the heck?
While this used to be a sort of random collection of thoughts, it evolved into an experiment: can I tell a story that people are interested in? Is it pure conceit to think of myself as a writer? So, there's a thread of entries under the label of "Pretty", which is the working title for my, ahem, book. Of all things. Anyway, you can see the posts organized into chronological order here:
Pretty Chronology
About Me
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3 comments:
That's an interesting story. I've seen "Future Me" on TV. Have you seen "K9 Karma"? My wife loves that show. Anyway, there is a man who's going bald on that show. We share many of the same facial features. But he can't REALLY be Future Me because I'll never live in NY!
Nice site- check mine out sometime!
Is this officially your first post with a fictional word? If so, maybe it's a cause for celebration. I think I'll look back in the archives to check...
maybe not-too-distant future you starts snacking on growth hormones
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