here’s the story:
two fellas started this so that you could write yourself a letter to be delivered at a later date. we’ve all had to do them in high school and college. it’s sorta cool to receive a letter from yourself about where you thought you’d be a year (two years? more?) later. FutureMe.org is based on the principle that memories are less accurate than emails. we strive for accuracy.
Oh, and you can also read public entries—things people have written to their future selves. Most of it’s borderline-pathetic, maudlin crap. Mind you, interesting, borderline-pathetic, maudlin crap. And what can you expect with a “letter to your future self,” anyway? It’s kinda difficult, when you’re predicting the future (or whatever), to write something that’s deeply meaningful both to yourself and to other people.
Some people try, though.
You were wishing that your dad was dead today because Sandesh came over and he began to bitch like a fucking girl. He’s an asshole. And then today Mike’s mom called asking if we want their old Honda. It’s a piece of shit.