I feel them sometimes. I don’t know how much of it is science, or overactive imagination. But whether real or perceived, the universes in which my alternate selves exist seem very tangible on certain days. Which one feels closer varies. Today, driving through the carefully HOA-managed suburbs, I seem to see them through the eyes of the me who decided to belong there. He is a middle manager of some description. Maybe he never left the bank after the crash a decade ago. Knuckled down, got some certifications, and scooched up an economic bracket. He doesn’t love his job, but doesn’t expect to. It is a tool to achieve stability, which he craves just a notch more than this me.
I like this a lot! I think it is a universal feeling for those who dream of so many lives and must pick one to follow, and still dream of the other. Adulthood sucks, when you are a child, you can be them all.
Mirror Me
I like this a lot! I think it is a universal feeling for those who dream of so many lives and must pick one to follow, and still dream of the other. Adulthood sucks, when you are a child, you can be them all.