What iffin

 

The what-ifs and why-didn’ts of life…

 

In reflection of my dream the other night, I have wondered about alternate universes. The idea is that every decision creates a new path, and that a parallel universe might have different decisions and different paths. What an interesting notion that is. What if someone could communicate with their alternate selves? What would he learn about roads he did not travel? The knowledge could be devastating, enlightening, or maybe just a curiosity.  Of course, there would infinite universes because of the infinite paths taken my every entity in the universe. It becomes very complex.

 

However, it is somewhat comforting that I likely made different choices in some other universe concerning my ex girlfriend. That I might have treated her with the respect she deserved, and that we might have stayed together. I do miss her, but that is what I will have to live with.

 

I look at my poor choice of vocation and think along the same lines. Do I go ahead and go to Northwestern University? Do I become the engineer I know I could have been? Maybe I could have followed my real dream and be come a pilot. I will never know but would like to. I want to compare. Perhaps this idea may be what the afterlife has in store: knowing the what-ifs.

 

It is a frustrating and ultimately empty line of thought. It serves no purpose for the here and now. It is like picking at scabs. Sometimes, it is more like poking scars, seeing if they bleed. Either way, it is painful or bothersome, maybe both. Or neither.

 

I am still placing Craigslist.com ads. No responses outside of fake emails promising riches or porn actresses. I know it is a silly way to go about meeting people. Who knows, it might just work.

 

I haven’t had a message on any of the “dating” sites I am on, either. Of course, no one in their right mind wants to hang out with a chunky married guy. Most of the people on there are looking for mates or sexual hookups, and I am just not.

 

1. Those who haven’t purposely listened to a Michael Jackson record or song in the last year shouldn’t be that upset about his passing. And his memorial service is the epitome of faddish obsessions.
2. 200m in a pool is a looooong swim for the out of shape lard balls of the world.
3. Operatic interpretations of Welsh songs sung by young vocal phenoms are something you should avoid.
4. However, Habañera by the same is something you shouldn’t miss.
5. 750 ml of wine in an hour each evening is not excessive. 1500 ml is.
6. A Google photo search using the phrase “sexy girl” turns up nothing but nudes and porn. Did someone change the definition of sexy?
7. Which is a worse failure: no bids on your eBay auction or no messages from your Craigslist.com ad?
8. Which couple has more collective fun: A girl getting oral sex from a guy or a girl giving oral sex to a guy?
9. Lake Jackson using their “emergency” lines to communicate city social events is a royal disgrace.
10. I prefer breasts to no breasts.

 How come I never see these at the pool?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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