The Writing's On The . . . Note

I'm often bewailing how I never have/make time to write, and when I do, I can't think of any ideas . . . but here's one.  I was doing my closing rounds at the library tonight, and on one of the desks on the second floor, I saw a little note sitting there, perhaps forgotten, perhaps intentionally there.  

I looked it over, and it was a quote from Mother Teresa.

The actual note

Nothing wrong with that, right?  But something only I would notice (or you, if you've known me for decades) is that the handwriting on that paper . . . it's mine.

I'm not really kidding.  That's totally my handwriting.  It's even in all-caps like I often write (but not online--only a Brachiosaurus-sized arsehole would type in All-Caps on a Tweet or text or Truth Social post), and if this had been a note I found in my car, in my backpack, or in the underwear drawer of that girl that used to be in the Disney Channel show, I'd have accepted it as a note I once wrote without even thinking about it.

The same note written by me

I don't know if I'll turn it into a story or not, but there are certainly possibilities.  I mean, what if there was a date on it, and it's NEXT Tuesday?  What if the note wasn't a Mother Teresa quote, but something more ominous, like a warning about what's going to happen later today?  What if it was something personal, a threat, or a secret?  Or if it said something like "Don't do it.  It's not too late to change your mind."?

Or, worst of all, what if at the bottom of the note, it says "DO NOT TURN THIS NOTE OVER!" it your own handwriting?  Who would have the power not to do it, to just follow its front-side instructions?  Wouldn't you be curious as to why?  As to what was written on the other side?  

Something to think about.