I think you’re generally supposed to write these emails with the idea of them being delivered in one year, but the current you is too impatient with that idea, and so you are probably (hopefully?) receiving this on your 21st birthday.
What is going on in your life right now? You’re supposed to be keeping a journal of important events that happen in your life, but god knows you are awful at keeping up with it, so let this be a brief snapshot into a time in your life when you are relaxed and fairly happy. This is what the Past You is feeling:
You are a lot happier right now than you were this time during sophomore year (2013). This may be a product of your not taking many CS classes, or it may be a product of having surrounded yourself with more music that last year. You still enjoy having a single in Currier, even though you want that Solarium. You conducted a forty-show run of a drag show in New York, Cambridge, and Bermuda.
[…] You know that it doesn’t really matter at this moment that you are still single (and have been for about two and a half years now), but it would be great if your mother would stop bitching about it every month.
You have found contentment in what you do, and are generally pleased with life. […] Do you still remember that feeling — the one where you felt like there was no reason to live anymore, because everything seemed to be fighting against you: your major, your coursework, your love life, your friends, your brain… and it seemed like everyone around you was finding love and success and happiness, and maybe you just weren’t meant to live a life with all those things.
[T]hings got so much better. You traveled the world. You found ease and happiness in your studies. You got a little perspective on things, and you hope that the Future You reading this isn’t worried about such trivial things as grades and being universally charming to every single person in the world, because there are so many more important things in this world.
You also hope that the Future You has learned to cope with the insidious jealousy of those who are more talented than you. It is not attractive, nor is it healthy for the mind.
You understand that the world does not owe you anything, but that you are blessed with what you have, and that it should not go unappreciated: mostly, your friends and family, who do love you - and music, which you have come to realize is the closest thing to medicine for the heart for you.
Turning 21 is the last milestone for a while, so I hope you are really going to enjoy it, and that you are able to read this before you go out and lose your marbles (euphemism huehuehue).
A good question to ask as this letter closes: is mother still Jewish? If so, ask for some challah bread - hopefully she’s improved her skills by now.
Received this from FutureMe.com, today. Redacted some things because the Internet is forever and I might not want some stuff posted for the world to see. But it’s been a nice 21 years thus far, and I am at peace.