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Trading Lives -- Writer's Poke #188

I haven't always been conformable in this skin.

Back in junior high and high school, specifically, I would leaf through pictures in the yearbook and compare myself to the other guys. What does this guy have that I don't have, I'd ask?

One guy in particular was everyone's darling. But why the girls were ga-ga over him and not me, I never understood. I'm sure that there were times when I would have been glad to trade lives with him.

But during our senior year, the girl he was dating -- the girl that I, of course, wanted to be dating -- ended up pregnant. And when that happened, that pretty quickly put an end to me wishing to be him. Then, I was very thankful that I was me. Virgin, yes. But father, no.

Have you ever wanted to trade lives with someone? Why do you imagine that their life is so much better than your own?

"Enjoy your own life without comparing it with that of another." -- Marquis Condorcet


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