What would I have become if I’d never had kids?
Gayer?
Lonelier?
Wearing a beard, a cigarette, and a brown hooded sweatshirt from the goodwill down by the railroad tracks?
Drifting off to sleep?
Definitely skinnier.
Tell you what. Let’s go visit that me now, for a moment, and just say whatever we have to say.
Say for instance, Hey other me, I hope you have a really good time, with lots of good friends.
And other me is like Thanks, you too.
Cuz like, what else is he gonna say?
(2017)
As a fellow jotter of juxtaposed thoughts and muse, I occasionally write a message to "Future Man" and though the stakes or circumstances are not as diverse as "kids or not" it, I, get my attention (again) and experience Perspective Swoon, or Something. Wherever we go, here we are.