|
The other day I was thinking that life would be a lot more enjoyable if I didn't take it so seriously. And I also figured that one way to not take my life so seriously would be to think of it objectively. So I thought I'd make up a "second me," another version of me, who if I pictured, would give me the ability to see the insignificance of a trivial day in the life of "me." This insight would trickle into my real life and I would be a much more relaxed and amused individual. So I had this married guy working out of Boston for a day, but somewhere along the line I became paranoid that I actually might truly begin to believe that I am this second version, or perhaps mention him to a friend. Needless to say, I was in a conundrum and had to drop the whole "second me" thing for fear of any insanity I might incur.
|