We Have No Choice Do We?

Let's assume that we live in a deterministic universe. Why not? Can't prove that we do or that we don't and since I've assumed it and written it, this is the condition in which we will think for the next few minutes.

I've been waiting my whole life to write this piece just as you have been waiting all of your life to read it. It's too late for any of us now. I've already begun the writing and you've already begun the reading. Perhaps you think that you can stop reading this right now and if you can and if you do go ahead and do the other things that you can do in the time that you might have used to read this. It's essential that you do those things instead of this thing.

Meanwhile I have to keep writing just as you who are still with me have to keep reading. We need each other at this moment and that's kinda nice to need and to be needed isn't it?

I've got to write about my breakfast. A bowl of frosted flakes and milk. I didn't plan on having that breakfast before I had it. I intended to have a sausage egg and cheese sandwich. I planned on grabbing said sandwich from the fridge, unwrapping the sandwich and throwing it into the microwave for a minute. When I grabbed the sandwich from the fridge, however, I noticed that the sandwhich did not contain sausage but rather Canadian bacon.  I wanted sausage and since that was now not gonna happen due to the fact that I had chosen Canadian bacon over sausage in the sandwhich when we shopped yesterday just before I went to the bathroom and noticed some blood in my urine, I decided to have cereal.

I didn't plan on going shopping yesterday in the first place and I sure as hell didn't plan on pinkening the porcerlain. I planned on drafting my fantasy baseball team while Lynn went shopping. Instead I went shopping with Lynn. I missed the draft that I wanted to be in which means I'll never have any relationshiop with any of the members of that particular league and they'll never even know that I was almost with them unless one of them is reading this right now and hasn't decided to quit reading at this point which he/ she/ they couldn't have done anyways if there still here.

And that's just the last five minutes.

Ya know what I mean.

Some of you know exactly what I mean, you know what I'm trying to say because I'm saying it and you recognize it and kinda wished you would have said it first becasue you've been thinking about it for your entire lives right up to and including this moment when I beat you to the print which I had no intention of doing when I went to the fridge to get my sandwich fifteen minutes ago.

So surprise surprise

Not rilly

Like the surprise in whatever comes next in what I'm about to write which just changed a minute ago when Lynn announced that she was gonna go and get her haircut which means that within the next hour or so God willing, she'll be sitting in front of a stylist who at this moment has no idea that Lynn is coming into her salon but she's pretty sure that someone is.

Lynn is leaving now after painting her own toenails because she was heading to an Asian salon and since they are so fastidious about nails and since Lynn is wearing flip flops she would feel self conscious if she walked in with nails that obviously needed a pedi but now wouldn't need a pedi because Lynn had painted them herself. Of course that's why we bought that particular bottle of nail polish whenever we bought it.

I'm begiinning to feel like it's almost time for me to stop writing which means for sure that it will be time for you to stop reading this unless of course you already have which means you're not reading this or if you decide to re read this which is okay with me and will definitely not be the waste of time that you think it might be because you're gonna get something else out of the content or at the very least just use up a few more seconds that might keep you out of the car crash that isn't going to happen because you're reading or re-reading this and the same goes for me, my day is altered now and whatever happens in the day from this point on is what's supposwed to happen not what I want to happen so no sense getting upset about any of it. If I truly wanted things to be different, I wouldn't have started writing this in the first place although the mere fact that I am writing this and in a few minurtes will have written this makes a diifference in son=me as yet undefined manner to you to me and to the universe who knew this was all gonna happen in the first place because it like everything else had to happen in order for the next moment to proceed which apparently it is going to, wheterh we like it or not.

After all assuming this is a deteministic universe we don't have any choice anyways even though I think I do right now when I say good bye or as Shakespeare once said "parting is such sweet sorrow" if you believe in Shakespeare, parting or sorrow.

That's all folks.