Ok, I have a hypothetical question this morning: Let’s say there are alternate universes (some people do, in fact, maintain that there are) meaning in this context that basically anything that can happen, would happen.
If anything that can happen does happen in another universe, that means that somewhere out there is the perfect you. The you you’ve always wanted to be. The you that made all the right choices, had the right amount of willpower, hard work, support, and luck to turn out to basically be this universe’s fantasy version of you.
Ok now, here’s the question: Are you jealous of yourself, or are you happy that somewhere out there you’ve really made it? Also, what does you fantasy self look like?
I don’t know how I’d feel knowing there’s a Loren Riley out there that has perfect skin, was never awkward, graduated top of her class in astrophysics, and is…
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