Letter to self

Dear, Cyrus

If my calculations are right, this letter should reach you in the year 2040. By now you're probably running for president, curing cancer, making the first mission to Europa, or many other things that I'm sure are awesome and interesting. I decided to right this letter, mostly to freak you out. You know what I mean? Wouldn't that be crazy, actually getting a letter from yourself from 38 years ago? That would shake my reality, just saying. Anyway, I'm sure that by now you've come up with some perfectly logical explanation for how this may have transpired. After all, we both know you're a smart guy. I suppose I'm writing with the hope that you some day might write me back. Perhaps you could give me some helpful insight of the future. Question: Do people still listen to Vanilla Ice in the future? Never mind, I don't want to know. One can only hope that all existing records of his were destroyed somewhere down the line. I'm also writing to remind you of some things, just in case you forgot. 1. Don't ever give into "The Man".  2. Bill Murry was the best part of Caddy Shack. 3. Don't eat the gum stuck under chairs, no matter what kind it is. That's pretty much it. I honestly can't think of anything more to write, even though this may be my only chance. Please write back if you get the chance. I'd like to know the winner of the 2013 Superbowl so I can put down some bets. Also spend me all the questions and answers to the October 23, 2014 episode of Jeopardy, just in case I happen to be on that particular night. Who knows, anything could happen. Okay, I'll let you get back to your amazing life of adventure and knowledge.     

                                                                                    Unabashedly,
                                                                                                               You