she writes more of these things than I do . . .

Dear Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow,

I'm going to get right to the point. I think you should all meet. I think you all have very different views of reality, but since you never have any sort of reference point, you just don't know. Yesterday, some might say you're constantly living in the past, which in the most literal sense of the word is quite true. But really, you have no past in which to live. On the plus side, though, troubles seem far away for you--or so I've been told through song. Yesterday, you are "unpredictable," but only because it is literally impossible to "predict" the past. Today, you are constantly changing. Unlike Yesterday and Tomorrow, your existence is constantly in the process of being formed. Yesterday stays absolutely still and doesn't change, and Tomorrow is so fluidly vague and conceptual, that change is not necessarily something that can be measured. But Today, it seems like really you're really just suffering from a constant case of middle-child-syndrome. Tomorrow is your younger sibling. You have to make sure to keep him in mind with each of your actions--considering with each step how it might influence Tomorrow, who can be extremely impressionable. Yesterday is your older sibling. It wasn't long ago that Yesterday was a Today just like you. It's often a good idea to pay close attention to how Yesterday behaved when he was your age. Although, it should be mentioned that with every day, the challenges that present themselves can change quite radically. Tomorrow, you're really mysterious but also ambitious. You are constantly dieting and dealing with Today's other hand-me-downs like essays and yardwork. Today never hesitates to offer your services for anything that he doesn't want to do himself. You often get the short end of the stick, but don't worry: in a few hours, you'll have a Tomorrow of your own to dump chores and whatnot onto. Of course, by that time, you will be Today.

In any case, I feel like if the three of you were to meet, it would help all three of you. Yesterday, if you meet Today and Tomorrow, you might get a better sense of the impact of your actions. Today, if you meet your "siblings" it might make the ordeal a bit more bearable--not to mention, you might make more of an effort to take initiative rather than dumping your dirty work on Tomorrow. And Tomorrow, you would get a glimpse into your future, and perhaps aim yourself in a more specific direction--start littering yourself with appointments and meetings in order to keep your future selves both entertained and goal-oriented.

So I think you three should set aside your differences and get together sometime. That's my recommendation. It's up to you to figure out how to do that. Give Stephen Hawking a call. Or maybe H.G. Wells (although, it may be best to stay within the realm of non-fiction). That's your job, Today. Don't dump it on Tomorrow.

-Tessa

get together again, for old time's sake . . .

Dear Larger Version of Annette,

You’ve put on a little extra weight, I am telling you this because I care and also because I miss you. Stop making up excuses. We will both feel better if you just use me. You are fully capable of going for a run, I just can’t comprehend why you wouldn’t and why you don’t. You and I used to be tight, running used to be a fun hobby. Now I hardly see you anymore. Sometimes you open the closet and see me sitting there, I get excited thinking that this will be the day I finally get to run again. Then you close the door and I am left alone in the dark, again. Please, just go for a run for me. I need it, it’s what I was made for and this closet time has started to get to me.

-Your Nike+ running shoes collecting dust in the closet

from What's That Blog

meniality rears its tedious head . . .

Dear Work,

Why must the day be so long? Why can we not be civilized and work the necessary amount of time to get all the work done that is required? If I finish everything I need to do by 2:30, why can I not go home? You know as well as I that I'll just sit around and read about Amy Winehouse's emphysema or Jamie Lynn Spears's baby. Then alt-tab to pretend that I'm reading that exact same email notifying us about the union strike, like I can't hear it from here.

But really. Is the 40-hour work week really necessary? Must I draft another letter to your friend, the US Government and ask that the standards of work be amended to suit the changing face of e-business? Things get done faster. There is no need to be here for 8 hours, and because that is SUCH a large portion of the day, it incites more laziness and time-wasting in order for an employee to feel like this is not slavery. I don't actually care about Amy Winehouse. If I was given the time I need, and set free once the requirements of my day had been met, I would not read about such garbage in order to fill up the small minutes between large tasks.

I implore you, Work. Set me free. Or at least recommend me to a good place that does adhere to such exalted work standards.

Sincerely,
Probably everyone here

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