You know I’m a little fucked up when I suddenly make so many posts.
I can’t remember if I’ve already written about infinite possibilities and I’m too lazy to check to see if I did or not but I’m gonna write about it anyways because I want to.
I believe in this thing I like to call “infinite possibilities.” It means literally what it says. If something is going to happen, there exists an infinite amount of possibilities for which it could occur. This means that if you were hoping for something to occur in a particular fashion, the probability of it happening exactly the way you want it to is one to infinity - it’s zero.
At the same time, there is also an infinite amount of possibilities for it not happening at all.
The beauty of this idea, and why I like it so much, is that I get to decide just how big that “infinity” is. Let’s say that I want to have a day where I don’t need to curve the grade on a test. I get to decide whether to believe that there is a 50% infinite possibility and a 50% infinite impossibility or if it’s 99% possible and 1% impossible.
I get to lie to myself without having to feel bad about lying to myself because it makes sense mathematically, and math is nice.
Bae says she has a hard time completely eliminating the possibility that we may not be a thing after 5, 10, 15 years and because of that she has difficulty talking about her own future in terms of her certainty about us being a thing. So I’m just sitting here like bruh, infinite possibilities. I’m not saying that you should just get rid of that thought, I’m saying you should embrace that while it is possible there are so many ways that you could prevent that from happening.
Being uncertain about us is something I think would lead to us not ending up together, and I think that’s the reason I’ve been feeling so butthurt about it recently because I can’t get you to believe in it.
I’m not talking about marriage, or about how I’m going to be living with you in the future, I’m just talking about accepting that we wouldn’t a thing. That shit really bothers me for whatever dumbass reason idk. I just haven’t been able to get over it for four days and you got finals and I got no one to talk to cuz I’m fucking stupid ugh.
So anyways, I love your dumbass and I’m going to marry your dumbass one day so don’t give up on us you dumb.