Tomorrow Never Knows

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Should I be writing such thoughts? Perhpaps not. Perhaps it’s a bad idea. I can definitely foresee a scenario where that first paragraph could come back to haunt me, especially if I somehow became marginally famous. If I become marginally famous, I will undoubtedly be interviewed by someone in the media, and the interviewer will inevitably ask, “Fifteen years ago, you wrote that no woman could ever satisfy you. Now that you’ve been married for almost five years, are those words still true?” And I will have to say, “Oh, God no. Those were words of an entirely different person - a person whom I can’t even relate to anymore. Honestly, I can’t imagine myself without ____. She satisfies me in ways that I never even considered. She saved my life, really.”

Now, I will be lying. I won’t really feel that way. But I’ll certainly say those words, and I’ll deliver them with the utmost sincerity, even though those sentiments will not be there. So then the interviewer will undoubtedly quote lines from this paragraph, thereby reminding me that I swore I would publicly deny my true feelings, and I’ll chuckle and say, “Come on, Mr. Rose. That was a literary device. You know I never really believed that.

But here’s the thing: I do believe that. It’s the truth now, and it will be in the future. And while I’m not exactly happy about the truth, it doesn’t make me sad, either. I know it’s not my fault. It’s no one’s fault, really.

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I’m going to blame John Cusack.