I've got a good life. I've got a beautiful, smart, loving, wife. I go to one of the premier law schools in the country. I have the entire usual set of appendages for a person of my gender. And today I even saw a living advertisement for Mexico's Tourist industry (no kidding, they had a giant "Mexico in a box" parked in front of Chinatown's Wok'n'Roll restaurant. It was a giant glass box on the back of a truck bed in which there were a painful number of heat lamps supplying needed warmth to what looked to be a sizeable chunk of actual Mexican land mass, complete with soil, vegetation, tiny insect, arachnid and reptilian species. And, oh yeah, a girl in a bikini top, and two other people who looked like they were engaged in either a) rock climbing on a horizontal surface, b) the most passive game of tug-o-war ever, or c) attempting to create a human zipline in which they would "glide" down the line by walking. The big sign on the truck said "Travel to Mexico!", and when I walked by the same spot an hour later the truck was gone, and I am left to assume that it simply took its own advice.)(Of course, this raises the obvious question: what kind of gas mileage do you get if you're driving Mexico?)(I'd wager it's still better than a Hummer).
Anyways, the point here is, my life is pretty dang good. But be that as it may I find myself plagued by the recent dearth of comments here on Philosofickle.
Look folks, I may seem successful on the outside, but I'm truly a very desperate man. My entire concept of self worth is tied up in those comments. And now that finals are here, I need as many comments as you can reasonably spare, so that I have something to distract me from the awful reality that is my impending failure of Natural Resources Law. But they've got to be real comments, no namby-pamby crap. Or you could just all update your blogs too. But that must be in addition to commenting, not instead of commenting.
Anyways. I figured the best way to encourage everyone to comment was to specifically solicit those comments with a great mind-bending question. Something along the lines of "who would win in a fight, Joe Frazier circa 1970 or an angry horde of fire ants?"
But not that question, though you can feel free to answer it as well, if you'd like. No, no, here's the question de jour:
You have two options. The first option is to live the best day of your life over and over again. It has to be your best day after you turned 16, because before that age "best" really probably turned on what presents you received, and nothing is going to top that Big Wheel when you were four. So we need to go with a certain maturity, and I'll say 16 is as good a cut-off as anything else. So, you can live this day over and over again, almost like the movie Ground Hog's Day, except it's your best day. And you've still got free will - you can change things around if you want, but you'll always be guaranteed that the result will be good. That doesn't mean you'll necessarily get the result you hope for, but it won't be so bad that it ruins the goodness of the day. No matter what, that goodness will be preserved. You will live this day over and over, always completely happy, going to bed knowing that you've just lived the best day of your life.
The second option is to live the normal course of life, always moving forward, always building on what has come before, and always with an uncertain knowledge about the future. The twist here is that you know you will never again have another day which approaches anywhere near your best day ever. You'll still have bad days, and you'll still have good days, but that goodness will be only "average".
So there's your options. A life of repetitive but certain happiness or a life of uncertain possibility but no chance of anything more than average happiness. Which do you choose?
She's as bored as bored can be