Back to the Present
September 09, 2008
I was sitting at my desk at work today starting to write an email, when all of a sudden I felt my phone vibrate. As I am use to this feeling, I decided to wait a couple seconds to see if the phone vibrations were caused by a text or by a phone call. Since, the vibration lasted longer than the typical, short, pulsing vibrations reserved for phone calls, I knew it was a text. What I didn’t know, nor would I be able to guess, was who the text would be from…
I swiftly picked up my phone, anxious to find out who the text could be from. As I opened my phone, my excitement quickly faded into disappointment. There was no name, appearing instead was phone number. New numbers are never a good sign. Upon closer inspection however, it wasn’t a new number at all. In fact, it was a number I was only too familiar with… for it was my phone number. Disappointment soon turned into discombobulation.
“How could I text myself?” I wondered. I didn’t remember sending myself a text earlier in the day. And to my knowledge, only one person has that phone number (myself).
My mind started racing. I could be sending myself a message from the future. What kind of message though? Could it be a warning of impending danger, or could it be guiding me to riches beyond my wildest dreams.
Wait a minute… maybe someone in the future grabbed my phone and is trying to get to me in the past. They could be leading me into a trap by giving me the wrong information. Also, if it is me, how can I be sure I trust myself? Of course I trust myself now, but I don’t know who I’ll become in the future. But why would I want to hurt myself in the past? Wouldn’t that just hurt me in the future as well?
There was only one way to find out. I took a deep breath, exhaled, and was ready to accept any fate that befelled me by opening the message....
“FREE VZW Message: Your Pix Place account has been inactive for 170 days...”
Dammit, Verizon.
Guess I’ll go ahead and finish up that email.
