Currently listening to: Tilly and the Wall : Rainbows in the Dark from Bottoms of Barrels
Does anyone else ever feel as if their life is merely a Choose Your Own Adventure book? Because I do. Which is fine. Sure, every choice we make leads us to a different end. If I choose to eat Beto's late at night, then the next day my stomach is going to hate me something fierce. Kinda like that. Only, I don't see that as my choice, because really, what else is open at that hour?
Only problem I see here is: if we go back through the squiggly lines.....doodoodoodoo..... as a child (who loved these books) I would oh so secretively read ahead and make my choices accordingly. Not so sure who I was hiding it from, but I hid in my room to do my detective work, or at the very least, made sure nobody was around as I lounged on our almost mint green couch in the living room. All while avoiding making contact with the jade mayan (or aztec?) mask that sat on the shelf on the opposite wall. That thing creeped me out. And still does. I would peer through the dining room into the kitchen to make sure nobody was sitting at the counter which offered a clean view of the couch through our swinging shutter like doors, and I commenced with my cheating. And was usually very pleased with my results.
Unfortunately, there isn't much cheating to be had in actual life. I guess maybe there is some, but in my experience, or at least in the movies I have seen, justice has the last laugh, and those cheaters get their desserts. Which isn't fair, I never got dessert for cheating on the book. You reap what you sow. So why is it that the reaping seems so far away from the sowing and not just a flip to the last page? I am sometimes a very very very patient person. Faithful even. That things will all work themselves out. I would just like to know what they are working out to and just in case, skip back so I can thwart the direction of the adventure to my personal liking.
Too much to ask?