The good thing that happened to me today didn’t actually happen. I suppose this makes the possibility of an event the good part of my day, but that needs a bit more explaining. Plus, that doesn’t sound as snazzy.
I spent a lot of my time pretending I’m somewhere else. Most often, this ‘somewhere else’ is inside my head, where an epic storyline runs itself until I get bored with it. However, these storylines didn’t used to be very realistic. Most involved the death of several people, abuse, older siblings, being an undercover teenage cop, and celebrities falling in love with me.
Lately, though, I’ve been trying to keep my head a little closer to the ground. So when the possibility of something really great presents itself, I start my new story from there, playing it out in every direction. And when actual events in reality change the circumstances, I try to alter my internal adventure accordingly.
Today the possibility didn’t turn out. I didn’t register it as a bad thing, though. Because even for an hour or so, it was there. Even for an hour, I had something to look forward to. It wasn’t magnanimous, and it probably wouldn’t have been life changing. It was just a thought, a possibility. And I’m glad it was there.
This post seems to be begging the question of what possibility it was that didn’t turn out. I am so curious that if I were a cat I would be dead. So if you care to explain, what was it?
Oh, it wasn’t anything important. The whole point was that even little things can give you something to look forward to, even if they don’t turn out. It was just a study thing with someone.