As much as I appreciated the effort, I only had myself to blame.

Try as I might I just couldn’t tell why this note from myself, that I hadn’t written yet, was trying to warn me about something that I, even in the present, had already experienced. Albeit rather recently, it was still very much in both my past’s.

At least I thought it was a warning. The narrative certainly described the said incident, but from my point of view the incident wasn’t something you really needed to be warned about.

And then all of a sudden it hit me. I wasn’t just recieving this note from myself, but I was also at some point going to have to send it to myself, in the past. Which I think most people would generally consider something which you’d like to be warned about if possible.

And to be fair to myself, I had . . . would . . . whichever.

As my grey matter started churning, I reached over for my notebook . . .