Congrats! You’re the owner of a new time machine. The catch? It comes in two models, each traveling one way only: the past OR the future. Which do you choose, and why?
No no NO, WP, you just don’t get it, do you. You might be angst-ridden, antsy, impatient, frustrated and all those other things to which the youth are prone – but I am NOT, and I do not WANT to time travel in either direction, particularly when it seems to mean I’ll be stuck there owing to having no reverse gear.
It may seem inconceivable to you that someone of my age might be perfectly happy where they are, but that’s because you’re still revelling in youthful entitlement and the joys of dissatisfaction, and don’t yet realise that the grass on the other side of the fence is probably only greener because the bloke who owns that paddock works damn hard to make it that way (the exception being those who don’t have the chance, and I don’t think you fall into that category).
I have no desire to pop back to any part of my life or anyone else’s, knowing that the future has already happened and is beyond recall. And as for the future – why on earth would I want to torture myself knowing what the shitty bits will be? Because there will be shitty bits, inevitably. That’s the way life is, always has been and always will be. How else would we learn anything?
So don’t try and drag me (yet again) out of my hard-won and mostly pleasant present, thanks very much, and send me off somewhere I don’t want to be, and according to the rules as stated, have no hope of leaving until this prompt cycles around again. And goodness knows, I might be dead by then.