Xmas break be damned! Shane Greer has tagged me in a meme, which means I now have to write a letter to my 16 year old me. Unfortunately for Shane I have been reading Philip K Dick books again, and so am approaching this not quite in the spirit intended. Here goes..

Dear Me.

Thanks to the nature of time, nothing I can say in this letter will change anything – at least, that is my hope. Assuming the physicists are correct, what will happen to you is what happened to me.

I don’t remember getting this letter, so presumably this letter will never reach you. I’m supposed to look upon this exercise not so much as a letter to the 16 year old version of myself, rather an open letter to myself reflecting on the 16 years that have since passed – mistakes made, victories gained and so on.

But, on the off chance you really do see this, I need to be a bit more careful about what I say. Time, it turns out, is a great healer, and 16 more years of life experience and knowledge stuffed inside your brain changes your perceptions of yourself, of the world and your place in it. I am very different to you.

I think, if you could see me now, knowing you as well as I do, you’d be enthused with an almost unstoppable passion to change the future, to make sure you don’t turn out like me. I understand that.

But, see, I cannot allow this to happen. I need you to carry on the path you’re on, no matter how wonderful or horrible it might be. If you do anything differently then it might change something, and I wouldn’t be me any more. In fact, just knowing you’re still alive 16 years from now is probably too much information.

So I’m going to tell what’s going to happen to you. Not a god-damned thing. Having said that, in about 12 months Kurt Cobain really is going to kill himself, but then I think you already knew that.

Yours Sincerely,

You (or Me… rather confusing isn’t it?)

I tag a bunch of Lib Dem lady bloggers, cos I’m fairly certain they haven’t been yet: Jennie Rigg, Caron Lindsey, Sara Bedford