Thoughts.

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No, I won't watch it.  Nothing from Hollywood anymore.  Besides, I've lived my own real version of it, to an extent.  Why watch the fiction.  No double, triple, or more, realities... just so very many realities that weren't compatible.  Who has 41 siblings, or 7 fathers, 3 mothers, has gone to 12 different k-12 schools, and... what, 4, 5, colleges, or loved 50 or more women?  And that is just the tip of the iceberg.  I know they would ruin the story, somehow, suggesting that everything is the right answer, the good way, if you just want, or some such drivel.  The trailer is interesting though.

You can't make the right choice, you can only make a choice, quite often.  I didn't have the understanding to make the right choice, but was given the options anyway.  But many big choices can eventually break you.  If you live long enough, it all comes back into focus though.  I have lived enough, too much as I see it now.  If too, I realize there is so much else out there.  Perhaps a few... wants remain.  Just a ghost of what could have been, might have been, what I wanted it to be, and what I didn't want but what was, walking around looking for what maybe never was, or never will be, but is.


Nap time, again, I think.