To my future self, or selves, who happens to stumble upon this entry sometime in the near or far flung future, who, as we do, scroll back and back and back occasionally on your blog because you are a narcissist but also because you want to see if your art has grown: hello.
This is your past self, currently your present self as well, writing you one of those letters to your future self: you.
Why? Because you (I) am jealous of my friends who have done the same and how I wish our past self (14, 18, maybe 19) would have written to us. We have to settle instead with your 23 year old self who thinks he is not that dumb, but figures, if I thought at 18 that I figured it all out, in turn, who knows how much you, my future self, thinks of me as a dumb kid from the past.
I want to write to you and tell you how you were at this time in your life. You just started teaching. I have no idea if you will put up with it but I am liking it so far. You are on the cusp of relations with other people but you are not sure how exactly will it all turn out because you are hesitant and afraid. You sort of are attached to the idea of the single life now, something 22 year old Rob would have shrugged at. That is just a reminder how much stuff you went through in the last year.
You have more time for your own stuff, though you never commit time to do your own stuff because you are dicking around the internet and cramming what projects people give you. Instead of making that comic book you tell everyone you are making, you are making something else entirely. Whenever you get that next comic book done, Rob, I swear I hope you have finished it so that we can experience the glory of reading this letter and saying YEAH I FINISHED IT, PAST ROB. FUCK OFF.
How is your dayjob, Future Rob? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you have children? Is this blog still relevant to you? What ever happened to that girl who you probably stopped talking to because you were a dumb goose (this applies to all of them)?