By now you have probably realized that it’s been quite some time since I wrote one of these entries. No, I didn’t die, and I didn’t get the ‘Rona, despite my poor attitude begging karma to give me a swift kick in the behind. Honetsly, I put these off because I can barely function with online classes, and these blog entries just happened to be at the bottom of my priority list.
Anyway, the tenth prompt is to theoretically send a message to my past self. Fortunately I have enough “life experiences” to fill an angsty teen novel with my personal drama, but that’s what therapy is for (besides draining my wallet). THIS message is designated for myself at the beginning of the 2020 Spring semester, and honestly I’m writing this as I’m going and I haven’t even given any thought to what it should entail. I would probably start by telling past me about the Coronavirus and the social distancing, even though I would never in a million years believe something like this could ever happen (I have trouble even now). People urged to stay in their homes, riots protesting staying in our homes, and the constant, albeit possibly exaggerated, threat of contamination across the globe. On another note, because I am writing this later than it was due, I’m able to tell past me about things that happened after this blog’s due date. Past me would definitely get a kick out of the whole Kim Jong-Un thing, and how the internet blindly and creepily salivated at the thought of his sister being his successor. The amount of images I saw on the internet the same day it was announced was disturbing. These random people were idolizing Kim Yo-Jong for no reason other than the fact that she was a female dictator. People will never cease to amaze me.
As far as school, I wouldn’t have much advice other than “chill out and just do your work. it doesn’t take as long as you think. You’re in school for a reason.” Hopefully the message from “future” me would be at least a little helpful, if not mortifying. I would probably bank on that too, so I would throw a joke in there too. Something along the lines of what Jim did to Dwight in that one episode of The Office. Jim got a hold of some of Dwight’s stationery, so he would send Dwight faxes from his “future self” like “don’t drink the coffee, it’s poisoned.” I think past me would also enjoy that. Of course I would have to also prove that it was actually me, or past me wouldn’t believe it at all. I’d probably say something that only I find funny.
The Alley Way 