The paradox of the wish

This is truly just a MPThingIMS.

I often sit back and think about how I wish I could do some thing differently, or say some thing differently, et cetera, some time in the past in order to correct for some perceived failure of reality (never a failure on my part! ;)).

But the thought struck me the other night when discussing just such things with a friend that such a wish is counter-productive. for since such a thing happened, there were intervening events which I would wish did happen had they not, and if the event in question was of enough importance that it would actually change things, then having such a wish come true would mean intervening events couldn’t have taken place, making wishes like bubbles in wallpaper.

for instance, I often have two regrets with regards to a specific girl. First, I regret ever breaking up with her to join the military. Barring that, I regret ever going back out with her upon my return. Had I a choice to wish such a thing I would. And yet since that time, and because of it, I had a very satisfying relationship with another girl. The two wishes are mutually exclusive.

And, as I say, it seems to be the case with anything worth wishing about. Change the event of desire and it would remove an event that you would wish for hadn’t it happened.

Note to self: no more "what if"s. :smack: For all life can suck, attempting to correct things just won’t. Humility in the presence of self. [assorted one-liners continue endlessly]

Every time I try to go back to things from my past my life gets totally fucked.

In utter soul crushing spirit destroying ways.

Second time was the charm. No more, never again.

I have my plan in life, I’m gonna do it. I don’t give a damn if I’m happy in the end, or if I die trying to reach my goal.

It’ll be a hell of a blast to see what happens.

Hahahahaha! I thought I was the only person that weird, erislover!

I think this way all of the time: If I’d gotten that job (which I wanted so badly I could taste it), I wouldn’t have this friend (without whom I cannot imagine my life), or if I’d gotten back together with that fella (…so bad I could, uh… taste him?), I wouldn’t have wound up with this job, which in turn got me this house, without which I wouldn’t have met this* friend…

You get the picture.

This leads me to two conclusions:

a) Stuff generally happens the way it’s “supposed to”, and

b) I should probably not be in charge of making decisions about my life. :wink:

…and if I proofread for coding errors, I wouldn’t be such a dork…

:smiley: