Speak for yourself - I’d like to see the future. Centuries of new books, movies, music, technology, history… what could be better? And if I’m miserable, well, eventually I’ll die.
That is 100% fair, I totally understand your reasoning there. 
And maybe you’re right. It could be a Utopia compared to today in many ways. Certainly we’ve made a lot of progress in a number of areas in modern times compared to the past, so it might be worth it. The standard of living might be so much better in the future that even the bottom rung of society could live like a king compared to the richest person today.
And maybe you don’t know how to use the three shells, and no one will explain it.
And no one will talk to you (let alone have sex with you) because you are/aren’t circumcised, have/don’t have massive tattoos, and/or don’t have a computer interface brain implant. And they all drive 35 mph and think it is too fast.
And they all worship trump the first.
Just remember it can’t be much of a Utopia if all restaurants are Taco Bell.
There will be many cultural references that you don’t get, not having seen whatever movie or TV show everyone is familiar with.
That’s the least believable thing to me - that everybody will be the same in the future. There are seventy gazillion subcultures now, so why should we assume there will be any fewer in two hundred years? Chances are, you’ll just be another eccentric weirdo in a society of eccentric weirdos.
I know people like that now. They’re doing fine.
Demolition Man
3001: The Final Odyssey
The Marching Morons
The other day I was tempted to say “Mein Fuhrer, I can walk!!!” (context not important) but refrained because the person I was talking to was about 40 and probably wouldn’t have gotten the reference and filed me away as strange and depraved.*
*not so far off, at that.
“The Door Into Summer”
A fella could have a pretty good weekend in Vegas with all that stuff
The Master Speaks. While he grants that there had been improvements in the area (and have probably been more since 1986), it’s hardly something I’d bet money — let alone my future — on.
Okay, “on which I’d bet money, let alone my future.” Satisfied?
I am saddened to learn that this is not strictly true. She thought she was leaving her husband for Brad Pitt.
I bet GOOGLE Glass comes back. Maybe x-ray vision /s 
She should have listened to Shania Twain.
“Okay, so you’re Brad Pitt. That don’t impress me much.”
That story struck me in light of Brad Pitt’s infamous ablutophobia. The French jokes just write themselves.
Maybe they discover that hot fudge and tobacco are good for you. And they may rely on you as an authority as to what did some of the past culture mean. But then you have to join a revolutionary cell to prevent The Leader from being cloned from his recovered nose.
(as long as we’re doing dueling references…)
1819 was 225 yearz ago? Is that the wacky New Math?
I haven’t checked the Aztec or Julian calendars.
My guess? It’s a bidet.
Only in the US. Internationally it was changed to Pizza Hut.
Brad Pitt gets anxious when Bluto isn’t around?