Listen, sometimes you’re walking by yourself, and you think, “Hmm, this would be the perfect opportunity for someone to jump out and murder me.” I do it a lot, especially when I’m walking alone.
However, a lot of the time, I also think, “If my future self were to go back in time and murder me in the present, this would be a decent opportunity.” It’s kind of like Terminator and Back to the Future combined, or even like a reverse Looper.
You may be asking, “Why would your future self murder you?” Honestly, I don’t know (at least not yet).
The thing is though that I never remember the date and location of the seemingly perfect opportunity, so that’s why I think it hasn’t happened.
That’s also why I put what I think may have been a decent time and place in the title, just in case future me wants to try. The Wheatsheaf around 5 on January 24, 2017.
However, that being said, I guess I didn’t try because I lived long enough to write this blog post. Or maybe a paradox was created, and my future self failed. Maybe he’s just waiting for a better opportunity.
I guess we’ll see.