A letter from June 8th, 2020

A Letter to My Future Self Hi, my name is Evan. Your past self. I hope that you are all right with the way that things are now, if not, they will get better, eventually. No matter how long it takes, keep your future hopes up until then. I, Evan Nicholas Santos, am 15 years old right now. I am a high school student in 9th grade, and in 5-ish years from now I will be a 20 year old College Student. I have my first vehicle, a 98 Mazda truck that I got from a relative. I hope that in the future I will learn how to use it. And maybe get a girlfriend from having a truck, they like trucks right? If I am not able to get a girlfriend then I would wish that in the future I would meet great friends, or just one really great best friend. I am starting to gain a mustache, maybe girls like mustaches too. If not I will soon begin shaving, I hope that it isn’t a hassle for me in the future. I just started to put on some weight. I hope that I have a decent body in the future, as girls like muscular bodies. What I am just saying is that I hope girls will still like me, even if I don’t have a decent body that they will like my personality. What has been going on with my world, is that a few days ago SpaceX and NASA launched together in the first space commercial built spaceship. It is really amazing that we are starting a new space age of commercials now building spaceships, such as SpaceX did. Even without SpaceX’s reusable rockets. I wonder if in the future we will have commercial space flight within the next few years. If so, what will be the company’s names? I hope that there will be no future incidents, and only ones with the weather delaying the flights. Will only astronauts be going to space? Or will others be able to ride the flights? I wonder what will happen in the 5 years that will pass. My family has been Mom, Dad, Sandra, Hershey, Me, Cayden, and Jensen. I hope that my brothers will show some cooperation, as they don’t value my interests, and even while cooperating with stuff they won’t do my part of the bargen. My social life sucks right now even with my siblings, since we're supposed to stick together for life. But I do know that they do care about me, and I don’t always think that they do. So when I am in distress all use my games to comfort me, but no one to share with. But things have been changing as now in the Pandemic, my siblings have been a lot more cooperative as everyone is stuck in the same house. As we started playing together more often(not that we never played together, it’s just more often). As I forgot to mention that I am currently living in the lockdown of the Coronavirus. I hope that we already found a vaccine in the five years in writing this note, to my future self. We barely go outside for anything and only for food. I have to wear a mask(but it is only when going outside, which we rarely do). But life is tolerable, as we all have devices to connect us with our friends and family. For waiting for the Pandemic to be over, we all developed new hobbies and activities in the time waiting. As we started a strawberry, tomato, and mint garden. My siblings are all having a great time as they can still talk with their friends, plus they are starting to play a lot more games than before the Pandemic. But now things are slowing getting better, as vaccines are being tested, more public places(not all essential places) are opening, and the future looks hopeful, however it’s still uncertain. If anyone in my family is reading this from 5 years from now, I hope that this isn’t too cringe in me writing this. I hope that I will learn from my experience in writing a letter to myself, and I will become a better speaker in voice and writing. For my social life it is difficult to find or even make friends as I am not much of a talker. But when I do talk I often repeat myself, and this has frequently shown up in my writing. It is very difficult to stop repeating myself, but in the few times I don’t repeat myself and to find someone that is interested in my talks. I put no effort into keeping that initial spark engaged, and to slowly stop talking with them until I’m right back to square one. I had just noticed that I talk a lot about myself already, I guess I just bottled this for a long time. I hope that future me or any reader isn’t already bored. I have feelings too. Anyway I usually spend my free time with my games or apps such on my iPad. This first half I was writing in the afternoon to midnight-ish. I will continue to write tomorrow, but I hope my writing won’t be too different from today. Good Night. Bye for now. (Waves to future me, Good Night). This is the next day, anyways sorry for the delay. Where was I? Oh right, as I said before I have my family, grandparents, and 3 cousins that remember the names of/meet commonly. In the morning we had just finished season 1 episode 5 of Locke & Key, where the well lady got all the keys except for a few(like the ghost key). I guess now that I will be talking about what I want for my future, as for social life, I would want a really great best friend. I would want the Coronavirus to end, eventually. After College or during, I would want to have a stable job that I would have interest in doing. I hope that I would have a great body, but knowing me I would hope for a just decent body. Just enough to feel good about my body. As I am now writing this I wish that my family would be less annoying, as I am angry right now about some stupid thing that Jensen(little-er brother) did, as he annoying little brothers can be. Maybe I am being too hard on him, because I just feel like he acts as a baby all the time. My mom even worries that with his whining, that he just won’t grow up. But that is how I feel that my mom is seeing it that way. This writing essay, even though I was initially “forced”, into writing I feel much better after writing. I feel like I should start a Journal of some kind, like a diary. That’s it for writing to me, my future self, I hope that I have a better time right now when you(future me) are getting this. I hope you have a happy 2025 new year. Even that sounds weird. I guess we are all weird in our own way. P.S. Sorry this essay note to myself is too long By Evan Nicholas Santos, Your Past Self.