My ex called me today, only to say that my mere existence is messing her life up, despite that we haven’t heard from each other in months, and live far away from each other. Does that mean that I should kill myself, in order to make her happy?
If I were to be born again, I’d probably make the same mistakes. Does this speak of the predeterminism of life or about my inability to learn from my own experience?
In order to maintain peace of mind (and a healthy heart), man has to avoid excitement in life (or so the doctors say). If I had to choose between peace of mind and excitement, I wouldn’t deliberate at all.
After a night of heavy drinking, I always get a memory black hole, not being able to remember parts of the previous evening. It’s too bad that the courts don’t accept this excuse.
If I were born in the US, I’d probably go to ivy-league college, I’d be a quarterback on a local football team, marry my high-school sweetheart, get a house, two cars, 2.5 kids, etc. It wouldn’t be such a bad life, after all.
