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Dear FutureMe, Me and you have just been thinking after browsing the futureme website how similar people are... ambitious, contemplative, comic, and deep down quite aware how wonderful we are. I guess you have to be a little optimistic to write to the future. Though today on your walk to work you decided that the future does not exist in a complex train of though that left you feeling quite brilliant at the time but that in retrospect is hardly original. I wish you could remember this sense of comraderie when you are meeting people, or remeeting people, or even talking to the people you live with. I wish you were thinking less about how you looked and more about the wonderful things that may be inside this fellow human. I wish the peole in your neighborhood smiled when they walked by and didn't wait until you are two feet apart to make awkward eye contact and perhaps offer a grim smile. I wish you could even remember the names of the people who live in your apartment building. I wish people weren't afraid. Tonight there was a tremendous thunderstorm while you were at work and a tornado touched down somewhere in your city. You didn't know any of this until you got home and heard phone messages from people calling to ask if you were alright. It was rather strange to have lived through something trying without even knowing it. I hope you have a wonderful time dancing tomorrow night. I hope you wear something slightly shocking and laugh and drink more than is good for you and forget, for awhile, the analytical contemplative self sitting and thinking inside you for a few frivolous hours. You are twenty-one and deserve to have fun. I love you -Me