You see, I'm a firm believer in day dreaming, and a firm believer in the quantum simulation of reality view of the universe. I believe there are an infinite number of other universes, and that everything that can possibly happen, has, is and will again.
I sometimes see this at what smarter men than me have termed nodes. There are bigger and smaller nodes, but generally, they are life choices that once made will change the way you live the rest of your life.
Salad or burger for lunch, or skip lunch all together?
There's the story about Buddy Holly losing a coin toss so not dying in a plane crash.
That gets into hidden power nodes; nodes of great potential direction change that appear small when they're happening. That's a different entry, though.
Look. Generally, you know with a high amount of certainty, or a growing amount that gets you through the day, what you're going to do. I mean you you, not you me. Me, I'm pretty random.
I think I am random because I am stuck, here's my mental curse, in what I've come to term a "Bleed Reality." Not bleed like a nose. Bleed like when you held the felt tip marker against the paper too long as a child and the color spilled out across the lines. Only, I'm living on those lines, and the colors are the choices --are the different markers, coloring in the picture that is my reality.
(That's another joy of quantum reality: for me this is a bleed reality, for you it could be the perfect fall to happiness reality. Again, another entry.)
My life, I see all these moments that didn't happen. They invade my night dreams, my day dreams, my waking life. I get to see some of the options that I was closest to, but didn't make.
I think, justify justify justify, this is why I have trouble with people's names. They're not always the same.
And why, sometimes, I just don't know what to say. My choices are less tightly tied to this reality, because I see all these other options.
Is this what "being a dreamer" means? I don't know.
Here, then, an example of two realities bleeding. Yesterday, I was supposed to have dinner with a friend. He called my office phone and apologetically cancelled. I know this happened. But. Then as I was leaving work I got this text:
See you at your office. Where's the best parking?It's just such a solidly intended text, right? He's parking his car, we're getting dinner. But twenty minutes earlier he'd called and cancelled.
The skeptics could argue: poor reception, lazy signals, slowly updating sms. The joy of my delusion, though, is that they're right, but so am I, and I know that somewhere we had a great time catching up, reminiscing, then forging new plans of varying tenacity and probability.
We had a great time, just not in this reality.