31 October 2025

You wake up in a room, surrounded by the half finished projects of those that came before. On your bedside table is an origami penguin and note with your name on it. Tomorrow you will die. 

My friend once told me their goal for every day is to empower their future self. They give them the tools they need to kick ass, and they try never to see them as the enemy. It came from a realization that there really isn't a whole lot you can do to constrain future people. Whatever elaborate schemes you develop are always dead, torn to shreds by their living creativity. 

On the other hand. . . if tomorrow me is not really me, why should I floss? 

I try to pay it forward. I make halfhearted attempts to keep my BitTorrent seed ratios up. Maybe if I had a stronger habit of giving to others I wouldn't find it so tempting to steal from myself. I'm always so impressed by people who bother to bake cookies. 

Past me hasn't always been that generous, but I try to be grateful. I can also see that future me doesn't deserve to inherit our mistakes. 

Anyways. . . 

Yes ok fine, I'll floss today.