March 12
On March 12, 1970, when I was a teenager, the mind of my adult self swapped with my teenage mind and ran things for a day.
I was a teenager with the mind of an adult. I don't remember anything about that day, but the next day I found a note on the floor next to my bed. Here is what it said:
"I'm writing this because our brain will not remember what happened today. It would be too traumatic and weird.
What happened is that I, your adult mind, took over. You had the mind of an adult for a day.
Also, not to alarm you, but at some point in the future, when you are an adult, your 16-year-old mind will take over your adult mind.
There is room in a brain for only one mind at a time, so they will swap. That should be fun, I think.
"As for yesterday, let me assure you that you had a very VERY good day. Everything you knew how to do, you could do it better.
I know you are not a troublemaker, but as I recall that's mostly because you get caught all the time. But with the mind of adult, you could plan better,
and you knew how adults thought, so you could get away with anything. There were so many things that, as an adult,
I regretted waiting so long before doing them, and you did almost all of them in that one day.
You had a great time and just to let you know, you are no longer, technically speaking, a virgin."
That was very interesting and frustrating to read (what does "technically speaking" mean?), but what intrigued me the most was the future swap.
I looked forward to that my entire life. Which brings us to now.
I have no memory of yesterday, March 12, 2004. I know of some of the things I did because I have the police report.
But I did leave a note. Here is what I, a teenager, wrote to my adult self:
"First of all, I'm sorry I was such a dickhead to everyone but I'm sure you won't remember it so who cares. B
ut what the fuck? Something terrible has happened to my world. Everyone is so stiff. I stuck my ear in someone's face just to see if they were breathing. There was some kind of lethal pollution alert and everyone was supposed to stay home and drink water from little bottles. To hell with that. I wanted to make the most of this day so I wandered around downtown until I got arrested, but I fought back a little and I will probably have some scars. Sorry about that. But the thing is, what is wrong with this world? All these stiff people. Everything smells like a gas station bathroom. Little red lights are blinking everywhere there's even one on this toothbrush. Sometimes it's good if it blinks but sometimes it's bad. How do you tell? There's a little red light on this mattress. What for? This mattress is really nice and soft, though, but also perfectly firm. Wow! Mattresses have gotten a lot better. Maybe if I stayed longer I could see some more good things. Guard says lights out. Good luck with this messed-up world. Enjoy your mattress, if you have one like this at home. If you ever get to go home, after last night ha ha!"
Tiny
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