I hate the future guy.
The future me is always doing the right things. He always gets the trash taken out. He always gets to work on time. He always makes the bed in the morning. My future self is always two steps ahead, getting things done without me.
I can never catch up. No one can. Your future self is far too good. He doesn’t falter, he doesn’t fail. Your future self is Santa Claus on steroids, instead of appearing once a year, he appears daily, a sack full of things to make us happy.
My biggest problem with the future self is the same problem I have with Santa Claus. It isn’t what the future self does in the future, it’s what he doesn’t do in the present. He makes a lot of promises for the future that he can’t keep. When the future self is ahead of schedule everything is fine, but once things get present, he is always somewhere else, attempting the next thing. It is nothing but a trap that keeps us where we are. The future self, and its running partner, procrastination, constantly find ways to get into your head.
Look, it always feels good to procrastinate. The future you is always ready to handle it. “You’ll get to it later” is like a panacea for all that ails you. I sit here and type this before a weekend where my future self scheduled to do a lot of things, and once again, I am almost ready to let him handle it.
The only thing that is stopping me is a thought. I think “what has your future self done in the present.” It worked this morning. I am typing this post now when I generally would be eating takeout (In New York City it’s very easy to order breakfast) kicking my feet up and discussing nothing by text, waiting on the future self to handle it.