I sometimes wonder how different my life would be if one event had never occurred. When I was in elementary school, most kids were growing out of fantasy worlds like Star Wars and focusing more on sports, since every child in this town is indoctrinated into believing that sports are the only thing that matters in the world. I began to think that maybe I should too. I had a casual interest in sports at the time and played little league baseball and pee wee football, so I wondered if I should give up those childish fictional stories. Then one day at recess I came across one kid pretending he was Indiana Jones, so I joined him as [insert Indiana Jones side character here] and we had much fun. I was reassured that it was okay to enjoy these things that the other kids seemed to grow out of. Fast forward many many years and here I am still just as big a fan of geeky stuff as I was then.
If that event would not have occurred, perhaps I would have gone on to be more successful in the sporting games and less of a disappointment to my father. Maybe I would be more well-liked today, and more confident. Maybe I wouldn’t be facing a constant stream of rejection from those whom I hold and/or held romantic affection for.
Maybe it’s just late and I should go to sleep instead of overthinking stuff like this.