[ WP ] You keep getting visited by future time traveling future versions of yourself who assault you for errors you are about to make . Even though you avoid the mistake new future versions of you keep showing up and assaulting you over other mistakes you made in their timeline .

`` Wake Up, Asshole!!!'' 
 
 Every night at 3 a.m. It's the same thing. An old, washed up man with ragged clothes, visible grease stains and at least a week look beard, in his early fifties. 
 
 `` argh, Goddamit!!! what now?!!!'' 
 
 `` You forgot it's Julie's birthday again, asshole. Go buy a fuckin' present'' 
 
 `` Now?!'' 
 `` Yes now! she's coming for breakfast, is n't she?'' 
 
 I stood up and went looking for a pair of Jeans so I could go to the market and find the stupid gift. How could I forget Julie's birthday? 
 
 `` Idiot! Write down the thing'' 
 
 I picked up a notebook, flipped to the las page and wrote down 
 `` June 12, 2014. Forgot Julie's birthday. Again'' 
 
 That last part he made me put. I ca n't stand my future selves every day, but they indeed have saved me from a lot of things. One of the turned my head on the very day I met Julie so I would n't puke on her, I ended up puking on her boyfriend, and the resulting fight left her taking care of me, love sparked then. A part of me still wished the timeline when I kick the shit out of that asshole happened, but it's for the best, though. 
 
 The most confusing part is being aware that I'll always make a mistake, there'll always be a reason for me to invent the time machine. So every day I meet an alternate version of myself. Every timeline specifically designed to prevent that day's mistake, until the time comes when I invent the machine and travel back. 
 
 I started writing the notebook when I realized I would invent a time machine, To keep track of every correction I made, and the my future self would come back to the last correction that is n't crossed out. 
 
 The earlier visits were more pleasant. The first one stopped me from getting hit by a porch swing when I was 12, and when I turned 16 I had a long chat with one of my future selves about time travel, what would happen and different repercussions. 
 
 The funniest visit I had was on my 21^st birthday. My 39 year old self had a heated argument with my 53 year old self about whether I should get drunk that night or not. the funny thing was, none of them remembered at what time I started drinking. I was already drunk and they blamed each other for forgetting about the exact hour I got drunk, and I puked all over them, We laughed and they disappeared. The next day someone else showed up and everything continued as usual. 
 
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 I woke up in Julie's arms, her birthday present still glowing on the nightstand. I walked downstairs to the pantry, where today's future self would show up at 6:30 AM. 
 
 At 6:31 I was worried, at 7:00 intrigued, at 9:30 borderline crazy. The worst part was that I did n't write anything on my notebook that day. no little mistake that would shape the course of my life. Before going to bed i wrote. `` June 13, forget to show up''. The same note I wrote for the next 40 days, when I wrote `` July 24 - Hit mom with car''. 
 
 How was I supposed to invent a time machine? I have zero Ideas about physics, time theories or nothing! None of my future selves ever told me *how* they built it, all they said was `` I can ’ t tell you, you'll figure it out''. 

