Hot Tub Time Machine

when i was a kid, i remember my dad telling me about some sci-fi book where a guy goes back in time and steps on a butterfly.  when he goes back to the present, it is completely different; stepping on the butterfly changed everything.  this is somewhat akin to back to the future, where marty mcfly jeopardizes his own future existence by getting in the way of his parents' marriage.  except no one inherently anticipates that the premature demise of one small insect is going to have some profound effect on the world.  to this day, i don't know what book it was, but i learned plenty from dr. ian malcolm in jurassic park, which i have proudly read at least 15 times, about what i now know this is termed "the butterfly effect"  -- a phenomenon whereby a seemingly minor change in circumstance can dramatically change the outcome.

i am reminded of a "choose your own adventure" book.  i was fascinated by those as a kid, although the writing was bad, the plot was bad, and the pictures were bad ... there was something intriguing as a kid of choosing how you would make your way to your death.  because you always died.  but unlike real life, you could also always stick your finger between the pages (which i always always did) and backtrack to your last bad decision ... or the one before that ... and die differently.

i have found myself frequently wishing for a hot tub time machine.  (a regular time machine would do, and although i haven't seen the movie *yet,* a hot tub time machine sounds much more glamourous).  i suppose i am finally of the age where i have sufficient lifetime to look back on and second guess all those major decisions, or at least appreciate circumstances past -- like summer vacation and 68 cent gasoline and being able to devote an entire saturday to sitting on my ass watching college football.  unfortunately, there's nothing a time machine would do to preserve those things for me any longer than i've already lived them.  but i have had occasion recently, through a series of lively and unpleasant discussions, to pinpoint an exact moment where things in my life started going sideways.  a single moment of seemingly minor importance where i meant one thing, and he heard another.

it's no one's fault, but that single 10-second interaction tainted literal years of further conversation and events, magnifying over time, leading to further misunderstandings, resulting in other poor decisions, until the whole thing blew its freakin' top.  the butterfly effect.

i'm lucky that in the case of a misunderstanding, you can sort of go back.  it's not easy, but with the help of 20/20 hindsight and better information (and advanced age and experience?), the taint (tee hee hee) can be removed, and you can see things for how they actually were and are.  you can't change it, but at least you get it.  at least the foundation was still true and real and you can imagine how things might have been different if you weren't living in a parallel universe.

now, i'm not going to go back and undrink that 40 ... just try to find my way back to where life would've led had i not stepped on the butterfly....

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