Okay, so I'm back at it. Just like riding a bike.
Of course, being good presents it's own problem.
If we assume that I will get what I try for, I'd best be sure of my choice.
Oh, but here's the worst of it.
On one hand, I could end up being the same old me. Just as the moon, completely regular. Sometimes not there, of course, but not there consistently. The second choice of most, because many prefer the sun. The moon grants no warmth - christ, the bloody song doesn't go 'you are my moonshine, my only moonshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray', I mean that does make an odd amount of sense but that isn't how it works.
On the other I could be my exact opposite. I could get the girl, I could not be the voice of reason for once. I could get to have my fun. This option of course, makes me a bit of an asshole because this probably isn't what's meant for me.
Heh, then there's dead centre.
The best of both worlds yet the worst of either as well. I get to be someone rather like me but someone who gets the girl and gets to be the voice of reason. not exactly like me, but not unlike me either. Yet as the worst, it makes me a lot of an asshole. Possible most of the later digestive tract as well.
No matter what happens, I'm a dead man.
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