I hate hindsight. It would be the most useful thing in the world, if not for the fact that entropy pushes our consciousnesses only forward in time, at the same pace, leaving our mistakes behind.
If only I knew what would have happened
if I had failed my TerraNova's on purpose so I could repeat fourth grade and go back to my old school
if I had spelled 'alliance' correctly and gotten into the school spelling bee for the second year in a row
if I had not taken my foreign language course this year, and saved myself a lot of aggravation
if two of my best friends had not moved to Israel, leaving me to somehow stitch up my circle of friends
if I had never seen the front cover of The Picture of Dorian Gray (man, that was terrifying)
if I hadn't seen Over the Hedge until I was older, skipping the years of filmophobia
if we kept our cable subscription
if my karate school didn't close
if the health club where I took my swimming lessons wasn't taken over by a bigger company that kicked us out, for reasons yet unknown
if I wasn't born?
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Wisps
AléatoireStuff I write. Dreams-an account of this dream I had in which Voldemort killed me. :/ Hindsight-musings on the past. The Gummy Bear-a rather grim account of the reaction between sugar and potassium chlorate. Revenge-a dream I had several weeks after...
