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What if, in another universe, I deserve you?
Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously.
Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, let’s presume the multiverse is real.
Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you.
Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, I’m not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead I’m seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. They’re not simple dreams because I miss you, right? They’re scientific, anachronistic visions.
In this universe, I don’t want a family, but maybe in another, I’m more of the type to settle down. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand while I give birth to our daughter in a white hospital room with pink flowers and fuzzy teddy bears on the window sill. Where we take family vacations and pose for dorky pictures in our neon bathing suits on the sands of a Florida beach. Where we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day in our big, green, suburban house once the kids have fallen asleep.
Maybe there’s a universe where we are middle-aged and taking our child to college and bickering over where to put her dresser or what posters she should hang up. Where you kiss her on the forehead ‘goodbye’ and we drive home in contented, proud silence, your fingers grazing my knuckles, our wedding rings glistening. Where we both have gray hair and we laugh and smile and hug and drink lemonade on the porch.
Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.
Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats.
Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like two innocent bunnies — my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth — and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we don’t want more, we just want each other.
Maybe there’s a universe where I don’t covet so much all the time and where I’m content and where I don’t wonder about picking up and moving to Japan without saying anything to anyone and where at this very juncture, I can just know I’ll always want to come home and cook dinner with you.
If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong.
You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy.
If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.
So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse.
Well, isn’t that comforting?
If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other ‘verses. The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right?
Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.
this is why I hate white people
Kill it with fire
-_______- If I was white I’d complain that black people have ONE FUCKING MONTH. ONE FUCKING PRESIDENT AND ONE FUCKING CHANNEL. While everything else is mine.
if i were white i’d be able to live life in mediocrity and still complain about how hard it is having oppressed people hate me
This whole thing pisses me the fuck off. If white people had white history month it would be racism. If white people had all white frats and sororities like the blacks do at my college it would be racism. If we had a white entertainment channel it would be racism. But this is all accepted by blacks because why? Please explain that to me. Black people can walk around calling white people crackers or “white girl” and it’s not big deal but if I was to say “black guy” it would be a big issues. Stop playing the victim. If you want equal fucking rights, don’t use your race as a goddamn crutch when something doesn’t go your way.
Finally someone said it.
Does @everythingsanillusi0n even live on this planet? What’s this ‘if’ shit? White history month? All year. Why are we taught about Europeans from 800 years ago, but not, say Colombians from 300 years ago, Koreans from 100 years ago, or Indians from forever? Or rather, why is the only mention of other countries in our history books is when white men “discover” people living there, enslave and murder them, then instill their backward laws on them? That’s white history 365 a year.
And you know, it’s not like being taught white history stops in Feb. No, the only difference is that you’re ALSO being taught the thinnest of the bare minimum about people who built this country, who invented a lot of the conveniences you used today, who took to the street to make laws just. And you think you have the right to whine about? You want to call that racism? Does your bigotry really make you that stupid?
Why are there black Greek houses? Has your pea-brain ever considered the historical and CURRENT situation of white Greek organizations banning, explicitly and implicitly any person of color? Like, do you really think that black universities which were started because WHITE PEOPLE DID NOT WANT BLACK PEOPLE AT THEIR SCHOOLS were just going to wait to have a Greek House when a white person showed up? Are you new? Are you real?
What non-existent problem did you make up in your head for saying ‘black guy’? You think ‘white girl’ is racism? You think [adjective][noun] is racism? Your poor, delicate feelings. Have you ever had a white girl call you a “Stupid nigger bitch.” for walking down the street, for asking for help, for being at the park with your kids? Have you ever had a white girl come up to assuming your’re the maid, when you’re leaving your mother-in-law’s place or that you’re the nanny when you’re playing with your kids? Have you ever had a white girl ignore you at a shop then fawn over other white girls when they come in? Guess what? THAT’S RACISM? Being called a ‘white girl’ is not racism.
The benchmark for white bigotry is this, “If we had a white entertainment channel it would be racism.” This marks you as a racist, bigot, myopic, stupid and lazy. You know, the stereotype of the white American. Because no one with brain, no one who can actually think for themselves, no one who has actually seen TV would say that Fox New, the CW, the Hallmark Channel or any of the other 600 available channels which show 99.999999% white people is the same or less than BET. That one channel, most black people I know don’t even watch.
So, you can be as pissed as you want to be, but you really just hung your ass out there repeating stuff that made no sense to anyone except other racist.
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