My daughter is preparing for a trip to San Diego and texted me earlier today. My little ray of sunshine wrote:
“I would not want to go anywhere. I hate it out there. I would rather be at the outlet mall with grandma or inside. My dad already tried talking us into moving there four times already and it’s not happening.
I hate sand… it’s dusty all over Old San Diego and all those people have big mouths.
I just want the zoo, thrift stores, and raccoons. I’m lame okay?
I like the beach kinda but it made me cry with fear when Geoff and dad took the kids to the tide pools. I almost flipped with anxiety.
I already upped my pills for the trip so hopefully, it helps me relax and not be so uptight.”
(Good luck with that).
The sand part of the rant reminded me of the infamous Annikan Skywalker sand monologue.
For some reason, sand in my mind’s eye turned to a sea of glass and it reminded me of a goofy thought I had this morning while making coffee. I thought, “What a great day! How wonderful to be here, and the world and everything in it is still here today and didn’t get destroyed by nuclear war last night.” Jeeze! It was like something my grandma would have said back in the 70s.
Then I had this weird feeling that it really was that close sometimes, that the world almost didn’t exist right here and now. This other inkling nagged at me that maybe something did happen out there last night that we just don’t know about or it happened long ago in another timeline or dimension… maybe it happened many times in many timelines or dimensions. Maybe it’s the Mandella Effect.