Ted (merovingian) wrote,
Ted
merovingian

The Opposite of Memory

My future self leaves me lots of little notes.

"Check out these awesome new time-travelling sticky notes! -You, Future" says the first note. Well, that's nice.

"The food here is great! Wish you were here! Wait, you are!" says the next. Clever.

"Got a new rocket car!" says the third yellow sticky on my mirror. Congratulations.

"Now even my little pen is fusion powered!" says the next note. Yeah, yeah, great. I get it.

"Wow! Who knew six arms could be so much fun?" says the next. Look, shut up.

"Also, advances in psychology have cured my bitterness!" says the next.

I'd feel a lot better than this if I could send sticky notes back to my past self to brag about cell phones, nootropics, automatic massage chairs, and the Internet.

Am I missing something?
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