12 year old me: Hello, Michael from the future! How are you?
46 year old me: I'm fine, Michael. How are you?
12 year old me: I'm fine. So, how are things in the future? Do you have a flying car?
46 year old me: No. I'm driving a '95 Pontiac Sunfire.
12 year old me: And it doesn't fly?
46 year old me: No. It doesn't fly.
12 year old me: Have you been into space?
46 year old me: Nnnoooo. No.
12 year old me: No? Is there spaceships?
46 year old me: Yes. There's a space shuttle... well, there was a space shuttle. They've stopped using it now.
12 year old me: Did it get replaced with something else, like a starship or something?
46 year old me: Uh... no. They just kind of... stopped.
12 year old me: Is there a space station?
46 year old me: Yes! There is an International space station.
12 year old me: Cool! Have you been there?
46 year old me: No.
12 year old me: Do you still watch Star Wars?
46 year old me: I've seen all the Star Wars movies. Yes.
12 year old me: How many are there?
46 year old me: Six movies and a cartoon.
12 year old me: A cartoon?
46 year old me: Well it's CGI.
12 year old me: What's CGI?
46 year old me: Never mind. Yes, I still watch Star Wars.
12 year old me: What about Star Trek?
46 year old me: Yes. I still watch Star Trek. All the different series and the movies.
12 year old me: There's movies?
46 year old me: Yes. Several Star Trek movies and... uh... five...? different series.
12 year old me: Cool! So cool!
46 year old me: Yes. Yes it is, I see you're excited. You're doing a little dance. Be careful... don't...
12 year old me: Sorry... sorry... I'm just so excited! Did you become a movie director?
46 year old me: Uh... no. I'm a writer and an artist, though.
12 year old me: Do you work on the Star Trek movies? Do you write the episodes?
46 year old me: Hah! I wish! No. I do book covers and other commissions... portraits. I've written short stories. I post stuff to my blog.
12 year old me: Blo... what...?
46 year old me: Never mind. You'll find out.
12 year old me: Do you have a girlfriend?
46 year old me: I have a wife. And a daughter. She's just graduated,
12 year old me: Wow. Do you have a dog?
46 year old me: No. I have cats. Three cats.
12 year old me: Cats?
46 year old me: Yes. Cats. I'm a cat person now. Get over it.
12 year old me: Are you still fat?
46 year old me: Uh... well, kind of...
12 year old me: Did you ever get skinny?
46 year old me: Uh. No, not really. I've lost a lot of weight, but I can't really be called skinny...
12 year old me: Crap!
46 year old me: What can I say. It's genetics. Get over it.
12 year old me: Are you famous?
46 year old me: Uh... no.
12 year old me: Okay... you're not famous, you haven't been into space, you don't write for Star Trek, you don't have a flying car and you have cats.
46 year old me: Yup. That's basically it.
12 year old me: Okay. I'm gonna go outside and play now.
46 year old me: That's great. I gotta get back to work.
12 year old me: Where do you work?
46 year old me: I think you've had enough disappointment for one day.
I've been here and there. I've drawn a lot of pictures. I've written a bit, too. I'm not good at this self-promotion thing. Look, you want to know about me? just visit these websites. Okay?
www.mdjacksonart.weebly.com
http://mdjackson.deviantart.com
http://community.imaginefx.com/fxpose/mdjacksons%5Fportfolio
2 comments:
Just so long as he doesn't go out and play in traffic you should be okay.
If I talked to myself at 12.. well.. he wouldn't talk to me because he didn't talk. because reasons. I'm doing much better now, ostensibly.
This is an interesting exercise! Maybe I'll try it . . . my 12 year old self will just have a fit, I'm sure!
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