Today’s Imaginary Conversation With Me, 10 Years Ago
October 16th, 2005
Me: “Hey, Paul.”
Me, 10 Years Ago: “Who’s this?”
Me: “It’s me, er, you. Paul.”
Me, 10 Years Ago: “Come again?”
Me: “It’s the version of you, ten years in the future, contacting you through the blog.”
Me, 10 Years Ago: “The what?”
Me: “The blog.”
Me, 10 Years Ago: “The what?”
Me: “The online weblog. Cyber diary. Digital journal.”
Me, 10 Years Ago: “Who is this, again?”
Me: “It’s you. From the future.”
Me, 10 Years Ago: Me? From the future?”
Me: “Are you on drugs or something?”
Long pause.
Me, 10 Years Ago: “Who is this again?”
Some things are never meant to be.
i have a similar conversation with myself, except instead of being in the future/past, it’s every morning…
that makes no sense at all. but i chose to leave it because your comment section looked so bare and “ronery”.
Comment by heather — October 16, 2005 @ 3:23 pm
Thanks for the pity, H.
Comment by Pauly D — October 16, 2005 @ 4:59 pm
Pauly, where DO you come up with this stuff? It can’t possibly be all in your head. Then again, maybe it is and that’s why your head is so large. Hee, hee!
Comment by Amy — October 16, 2005 @ 5:39 pm
Don’t you know the consequences of contacting yourself through the space/time continuum? The whole history of the world could change if Pauly from ten years ago learns about blogs before they were invented. Then he would take the idea, run with it, and before you know it, he would be running — hey, what’s going on… why is the rest of this post being deleted. Can this happen on the Paulyosphere…
Comment by Neil — October 16, 2005 @ 11:07 pm
Paul- funny, I also had a conversation with my former self from 10 years ago this weekend. My former self told me that at 31, I just can’t hang like I used to. Going back to college homecoming and the repercussions of staying out all night after a night of drinking has my inner monologue reeling. I guess my 21-year old self is telling me to grow the f–k up
Comment by Kristi — October 17, 2005 @ 7:11 am
I love the conversations with the former-self. I just went back in time a few days ago and warned my former-self that it’s milk, and not Hostess Ding Dongs that does a body good. Then I came back, but I guess my former self didn’t listen.
Comment by groovebunny — October 17, 2005 @ 7:48 am
That is too funny. Um, who is this again? Maybe your younger self was dumb. Or, maybe not very metaphysical. Why didn’t he say, “Cut it the f. out. Who is this really?” : )
Comment by Krisco — October 17, 2005 @ 9:42 pm