A few years later, having forgotten the original time/spot, I tried the same thing again somewhere new. Still nothing. I kept this pattern up every few years, each time certain that it didn't make sense to visit me then, but it was important to come see me now. Who but future me would know what I was going through? Who else could tell me which were the big decisions and which were the small ones?
I think you know where this story goes. I eventually discovered time travel on my own (the secret is rubber bands) but forgot which of my many past selves I was supposed to go back and assist. So now I just use the technology to go back in time and snap selfies with long dead historical figures. They all look so freaked out in the photos, it's hilarious.
I recently got into live storytelling, and got one of my stories professionally animated, which was awesome. I now desperately want to get some animators indebted to me forever so I can get my entire life recreated as the world's longest and most pointless cartoon.
I also purchased a Fitbit in the past year and I've come to realize how much of my productivity/life comes down to filling up meters and crossing off checklists. It's a little depressing, frankly, so whenever I think about that, I go for a walk, and when I see those green step counter bars fill up I'm happy again!
Update: I'm told my bald head is more noticeable. LOL!
Kurt Vonnegut, Ben Folds (Five), Memento, Emily Blunt, Breaking Bad, Calvin & Hobbes, The Get Up Kids, Improvised Shakespeare, Jessica Jones, Tobias Wolff, Game of Thrones, Groundhog Day, James Baldwin, Radiolab, The Iron Giant, Miyazaki, Dan Harmon (Community, Rick & Morty), classic Simpsons, Motion City Soundtrack, David Sedaris, Mad Men, This American Life.
Also, as a lifelong New Yorker, I'm pretty spoiled when it comes to food. I have a particular fondness all things spicy and sweet.
-The money I get from my job.
-The things I buy with the money I get from my job.
-The comforts that come from the things I buy with the money I get from my job.
-The happiness which emanates from the comforts that come from the things I buy with the money I get from my job.