So this would be part two of my last blog, where I’m writing letters to myself. This time I’m writing to the me of 2022.
Wow, this is hard. You’re 32 now I guess…that sounds so old. I mean, I know it’s not, but it really sounds like it. I don’t even know what to say. Are you even reading this? Are you even still alive? Did the world end?
So how are you? Do you remember what it feels like just now, in November 2012? Let me remind you. It’s not good just now, things aren’t great, but hey ho, we’re still standing! I mean, things are going to get better soon, right? Or do I need to stop telling myself that? You’d know. It would be really great if you could send me a letter in a deloreum or something to give me a bit of a heads up.
Wow, I have so many questions for you but I know I’m going to have to wait 10 years for an answer. Are you you or are you me? I mean, I know that you’re me, but I don’t know how to address you. Wow, this is weird. I’ll keep calling you you if you don’t mind, I think it’s easier.
Do you ever develop a better taste in guys? I mean, you probably remember, but you’re pretty lousy right now. Do we ever actually learn from our mistakes? Oh My Goodness, are you married? Please tell me that you’re not married. Ewwww. Ew ew eww.
How’s your social circle? I mean, if it continues to deplete at the constant rate which it has been over the past few years, you have nobody. I don’t see me becoming a social butterfly any time soon but who knows? You know. How is that even fair?!
Does my hair ever grow back? Remember back at Easter when I told her just to hack it all off? Yeah, that was this year. Worst decision ever.
Do they ever bring Gil Grissom back to CSI? I mean, are they still even making episodes of CSI? I’m in love with Gilbert. What about CSI:Miami? This was the year that they stopped it, so do they ever actually come back, even just for that one last episode to round it off? I never much liked Horatio anyway, but they could at least let me watch him get murdered or something. That’d be cool.
Now tell me, Future Kirsty, do we actually make it through the second year of college, or should I just be packing it in now? Do we go to university? Where? What do we study? It’s so weird right now, looking at all the different courses we’ve applied for over the years. Just think, I could have been 3 or 4 months away from graduating as an English teacher. Whatever you’re doing now, I’m pretty sure you’re not an English teacher. Just promise me that we have a new job right? I don’t know how much longer I can cope in somewhere so completely and utterly soul destroying. Do you remember the pain of going to work every day? Tell me we’re working somewhere better, somewhere that we can actually be happy. It doesn’t even have to be a successful career, just something different.
Oh well, if nothing else, if you are actually reading this, I hope that it gives you a good giggle to look back at the desperate state of your life 10 years ago.
From Kirsty xxxxx
2 thoughts on “Ghosts Of Kursteh Yet To Come.”
Ask her what next weekend’s lottery numbers are. Pleassseee!!!
If I can track down a deloreum in the future, I promise to come back and give you a heads up!