So, what is your alternate universe self doing right now?
Mine is probably living in New York, married to Al Pacino and running a contemporary dance company. And of course she is cancer free.
alternate universe
31 Wednesday Mar 2010
Posted in change, life stuff
casa azahar 
I bet Al Pacino shouts a lot in real life.
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Not in my alternate universe he doesn’t. He’s also a bit taller.
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She lives in a big tidy house with a beautiful view, is married to a childhood sweetheart who adores her the way she is, have four well mannered successful children, is a highly respected scientist – and her cats NEVER wakes her up in the middle of the night.
…and yes, her health is perfect and her hair is long and shiny.
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How could I have left out HAIR? Yes, my alternate universe self has thick shiny straight hair, cut in a below-the-chin bob. And of course Azar & Loki (and Sunny!) are there.
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Alt 1 – Was knocked down by a train at the age of 5, or got electrocuted at age 9, or fell off a bridge at age 12, or got stabbed in the neck at age 15, or fell off a cliff at age 35 (yes, well, er, bit silly that last one).
Alt 2 – Got his Masters degree at age 22 whereupon had a glittering career in Digital Signal Processing until the world of electonics engineering disappeared in during the naughties and ended up on the dole. Er. Try again..
Alt 3 – Became an astronaut! There. That’s better. (Somehow they didn’t realise I have less than perfect eyesight).
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I’d rather stick with what I’ve got, actually. Sam the dog and Mr. Ismarah (DancingTree) and making things happen for myself and our little house and surviving blob and extra pounds and anaphylaxis and all the other stuff. I have earned where I am today after some pretty nasty stuff when I was younger.
At the most I’d like to be a few years younger so that when I graduate I’d be younger than 35 which in my head feels like leaving it a little late to have kids. Also, then maybe I wouldn’t feel like such a slacker, finally getting round (successfully that is) to education and those sorts of ‘growing up’ rituals.
Sorry – I don’t think that was entirely the point of this game.
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I knew it! Told Nog yesterday that there was bound to be some boring pollyanna showing up and saying “my alternate universe self would be just like me here”… 😉
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Well. I’m stumped. This is truly the first time anyone has ever called me ‘Pollyanna’. Normally I’m considered too bitchy, sarcastic and snippy to be even in the region on Pollyannas. 🙂
I’m not being all happy and smug with this post – if you think about it it’s a very scared, very control freak (both apply) thing to say…
But mostly I’ve just been asked this question once or twice in therapy and when the answers have been too far away from (an unhappy or discontent) reality, I’ve changed things so that most of the things I’ve dreamed of, I am working on / towards. And behind that decision (and therapy) lies a lot of pain and depression and disappointment and things not being the way they ‘should’, and I don’t want to have to go through those again. And if I stick with what I’ve got, I know I wont have to.
Dear bod, this reads like I’m completely fatalistic and resigned – so not the case. But the Pollyanna moniker threw me…although I suspect it is a good thing..
Quick, stop typing before they all run away screaming… oops, too late :-p
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What’s interesting is that almost everyone – myself included – has taken this question to imply that the alternate universe self should be living a better or happier life.
Clearly your alternate universe self would be less happy for not having met Dancing Tree. So perhaps you could have described that? Instead of being a goddam pollyanna! 😛
*runs away*
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Hey now, the Dancing Tree is fab, no doubts or buts there! BUT, I’d still like to think I’d have managed without him – after all he is but one man…
OK, fine. In my alternate universe I am 2″ taller, have a Colgate smile, hundreds of friends and boundless energy for doing STUFF. I also speak all languages, know all things and have all the money in the world, which I then give to everyone. Oh, and I have a horse, on top of having Sam the dog and Dancing Tree (who miraculously has no tinnitus and has acquired the body of someone marvellous). We have 2.4 kids and my mother thinks the sun shines out of my arse.
There, is that better? ;-p
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I have a lot of Alternate Universes…. but I happen to be stuck in this one.
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What struck me most about this post is the picture – I don’t know about you, but I think we women actually see a worse reflection of ourselves in the mirror. We see the flabby bits and the knobbly bits etc etc much more clearly than they probably appear in real life…
But in my alternative universe I’m happily married to my friend Ed, with three kids, running my grandparent’s (organic) farm in Ireland (which my Father didn’t sell) as a hippy type of B&B, enjoying the amazing walled kitchen garden and using the restored outbuildings as a flexible space for art classes, yoga and sustainability courses. And my grandmother would still be alive and wouldn’t have alzheimers.
🙂
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Oooh, Al and I would love to come and stay at your B&B, when we’re not taking time out at our villa in Spain or the flat in London.
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Wait, this one here isn’t the alternate universe?
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In my alternate universe, I’m a surgeon and I don’t have RFA.
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In my alternate universe I can think of a witty, clever and original comment on this post….
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In my alternate universe it’s always 2001 and Stephen and I are still in New York City. I want to stop the clock at that point in time forever. My own personal Groundhog Day……
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That’s really poignant, nursemyra. *hug*
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