What a weekend, Jayme got to see Luke Bryan and he didn’t disappoint, we had a trip to watch my nephew, and had a big bash for my friend’s birthday. It was a great time and spent too much money on even more fun. But this story is not about those things, no, this is about our existence and the many delineations of it that exist. (look for the asshole with the stupid bent neck to find me).

Me and Jayme have finished watching “stranger things” on Netflix and it introduces the idea of multiple universes that exist. That there are an infinite possibilities of existence that are happening all at once. So for instance, there is a world where I am a fighter pilot who has a pet giraffe that fights crime.  The point is, in one of these worlds I am the happiest I could possibly be. I mean, I have it ALL. Money, job, cars, however that is defined. and this part is about to get super corny, I think I am in that happiest possible universe. Yeah I could have more money, or better things, or better body, play for the Vikings, control shit with my mind, but I am not convinced those things begat true happiness.

So while all those things are great and could make me happy, I would be without my happiness multiplier, Jayme. See even when things are fun, sharing them with her, makes them greater. she takes the mundane (grocery shopping) and makes it something memorable. So while I could vastly improve upon my life in the physical sense (location, stuff, job), without Jayme, all those improvements are for not.

My happiness is now tied to how big of a smile I can put on that face, the laughs of hers I can hear, the happy tears that I can instigate. While there might be parallel universes, the one I exist in is unparalleled in the happiness it brings.