A few months ago, I posted this. Today you have it, as well as what I wrote back yesterday.
April 17 1997
Unless you’re totally absent-minded, you’ll remember that it’s me, Cindy! And this is that letter that I wrote to you (or me, whatever), 15 years ago in english class in grade nine.
So how’s life? I can tell you right now it’s not so great. But there are a few things that I can stand about it.
First things first: Lucky had her 7th birthday yesterday (April 16). I hope that you’ve breed her because I’d like to have one of her puppies. It’s hard to write about her knowing that she probably won’t be with me in 15 years. God! Let’s put that ugly thought aside.
I wonder what your favourite T.V shows are right now? I know that I I’ve to watch The X-Files, Friends, Melrose Place, Caroline in the City, The Simpsons, Xena: Warrior Princess, and course, The Adventures of Sinbad!!! Even though you and I both know that we don’t watch that show for its content. We watch it for Zen Gesner!! Gee, I wonder if he’s still hot? Gross!! He’ll be 43 when you open this!
You know what? Time really sucks!
I wonder how life turned out for you. I hope it worked out how I planned.
First, I’ll get a full scholarship. I know that it sounds impossible, but I’d do anything to get away from home. Then I’ll move into a dorm with my best friend, Kim. I hope we’re still friends in the future.
During school (collage or university I haven’t decided yet), Kim and I will date all the hot guys we can handle. Until I finally stick with one as my boyfriend.
After I graduate, Kim and I will find an apartment to live in as roomates for a little while longer. Hopefully it’ll be in Toronto, Vancouver, or New York. I’ll get my first job.
From there, I’ll just take life as it comes to me.
I just hope things turned out something like that. But if they didn’t, at least you tried you best anyway. But you make me sick!!
Anyway, I gotta go now. The periods is almost over and my hand is stating to get all numb.
Sincerely, with love ( and surprisingly without a punch-line),
From Cindy to Cindy.
April 17 2012
I remember that English class. It was taught by someone fresh out of teacher’s college who believed she had been “called” to teaching. Her words and big deal. Lots of people get called to Things. Cults, jury duty. We had an uncle once that was “called” as a spirit medium, but at least he wasn’t hurting anybody with pointless busy work. He wasn’t wasting anyone’s precious time, forcing them to eventually make the most of it.
And he channeled Victor Hugo. Twice that I know of.
Ah, life. It continues, unabated. We count that as a plus. Trust me.
Time to give you some bad news that you-don’t-already-do-in-fact-know. Lucky died the day you had a midterm, hours before the midterm. You wrote the midterm anyway and failed, magnificently. Honestly, you thought “Narcanthropus” was a hominid. It is not. She never had puppies.
But, hey! Pets can be cloned now! There’s a show about on TLC. Isn’t that wild?
You have a new dog, Louis, who is by coincidence turning 7. So not so new. It took a few years after Lucky died before you got another dog, but the strangeness of not having a dog ate at you till you gave in. You do not have the money to clone Lou and he cannot have puppies.
Take the hint!
You were the only one in the free world who watched Caroline in the City with any regularity, with any sense or semblance of loyalty. A true fan. And now I have to live with it.
Did you also list Friends?? You little asshole. You are ruining me.
Sex. You’ve had it. And it is so, so much better than Caroline in the City. As for Zen Gesner, his show got cancelled due to crippling mediocrity but the man lives on. In our heart(s).
A man. A rope. A sword. All I need.
Also: 40 is the new 30 now, at least for those who can afford the upkeep. Let’s just hope Zenny’s done well for himself.
Despite what I’m reading in retrospect as perhaps an unhealthy obsession with television – or worse and better a shyness about finding the right Things to say, even to yourself (you’re over that now) – you made it to university, on a partial scholarship (negligible, really). Turns out, you really like Anthropology and Political Science so that’s all you studied for years and years. But academia wasn’t for you, at least not after a while, so now you’re kind of…sitting on them.
You and Kim are still best friends – a high achievement in your life and I mean it. She unfortunately moved out West shortly after you wrote this letter. You still keep in touch and have had rare visits back and forth.
I guess all the plans with Future Kim had a lot to due with the fact that you didn’t really connect with the other people you hung out with in high school. You now know, more so than you kind of only knew then, that your aloofness was for Good Reason.
You’ll be pleased to know: many of those people actually got exactly what they wanted out of life and now they have to live with it, even if they never quite figure out that’s exactly what’s happening to them. I sometimes think it’s also exactly what they deserve, but I am not always so cruel.
We’re not sorry.
You still take life as it comes to you, you’ll be happy to know. What else? You find it distasteful when carrots are bigger than zucchinis because that unduly gives zucchinis carrot envy. Tacos are still one of your top favourite foods and when you discovered that fish tacos were real (you were 23, shame) you almost died of innuendo. Farts have never been more hilarious.
You’re in a relationship with a boy named Stephen and you both live with Lou in glorious Toronto. Stephen gives you a spoon to stir the coffee he makes you in the morning because you complained about it on the Internet, which is, like, HUGE now.
You. Cannot. Even. Believe.
So. Any of this making you “sick”? If any of it does, just too fucking bad for you. You’re in the ninth grade and haven’t figured out that 7 plus 15 equals more than “probably won’t”. You have a lot to go before you’re me, Past Cindy.
But then again I have had the advantage of being you.
Call it even, I guess.
Anyway, to end. 15 years ago, you wrote this letter to me, and 15 years ago the Titanic sank 100 years ago. Once in 3D. The math’s all there. (This has nothing really to do with anything, except that we are still very amused by how things line up sometimes. Like the other day at Honest Ed’s when all of our purchases, with tax, came to exactly $13.00. We got $7.00 whole dollars back from a $20.00 bill! Fucking. Amazing.).
I love you too.
P.S. If Mom ever: 1) learns to properly use the Internet and 2) Finds this blog, she will kill you like you’ve never been killed before by her and she’s killed you A LOT over the years. All that broken English? Smoke and mirrors, girl. Smoke and mirrors.