Introducing Future Trent

I’ll tell you what, I usually have a good laugh about the dopplegangers that are sent to me. I get them all the time. I’ve been a Starbucks barista. A manager at a hospital. A movie goer. I’ve been a million guys at a million bars around the world. I retweet a lot of them. It’s a good time. It makes me chuckle that there’s a bunch of guys out there who look like me. We’re a community of glasses-wearing, receding hairline-having fellas. And honestly, some of the ones I get don’t look all that much but it’s still funny to see.

With that said, Future Trent freaked me the fuck out. He stunned me. Future Trent done fucked my whole day up. He couldn’t look more like me. All the other Trents I get sent to me are around my age. Not this guy. That guy is his mid-50s and still looks just like me. Future Trent allowed me to peek behind a curtain I didn’t want to peek behind. I wasn’t given a choice. Future Trent just appeared in my Twitter mentions this morning. There’s nothing wrong with Future Trent. Nothing at all. He’s a fine looking gentlemen (if I do say so myself). He looks to be happily married. Probably has a couple kids and a good retirement fund. He probably plays golf on the weekend and spends time with his grand kids. He was probably a high school phenom linebacker. That’s all fine. He just looks EXACTLY like what I’m gonna look like in 30 years. And no, that’s not my dad (that I know of at least).

Would you want to see what Future You looks like? You might say yes but the real answer is no. You don’t. I want a little mystery in my life. Sure I have a general idea what I’m going to look like when I’m older but I didn’t need to know exactly. Now I know exactly and there’s no going back.