Today I saw a rerun of “Mad About You.” I suddenly remembered a time some years ago when that show was supposed to be the five-year projection of my life. I was Jamie, and I knew who my … Paul was. (I almost couldn’t remember his name. The character, not my guy.) 
Anyway. It just popped in my head again. It was kinda nice being someone’s Jamie.
I have to stop wondering what it’s like to live other people’s lives. Or, for that matter, other lives I would have lived had I made different choices.
I was just talking to my friend on the phone about this show last night. I thought out loud about how romantic it would be to meet someone from your past again in the present, and to fall in love.
Yeah, sure.