What if it could've been?

I love "what if" stories. They make for wonderful fiction. To me, they're like indulging in crushes. You don't have to know if they really like you back and your thoughts can run away and not change the real world one bit.

And I'm not talking about the thought of "what could've been" from a standpoint of despairing regret. I'm talking about the kind of "what could've been" wishful kind of thinking that still makes one happy. Besides, given my situation, it better not be real.

Personally, I have vowed to myself to not end up with a lawyer. Competitiveness has killed a few of my past relationships, including one with a best friend from before. It will destroy me if we are not in the same place in the same profession because I tax myself with feelings of jealousy, angst, and the like. Still, the idea of finding that one person in 1L class...



It happened to Elle Woods. So why can't it happen to me? The thought of it makes me smirk, where "I hate him" is secretly "he's so great" and "I want to ask him if he knows his briefs." Maybe, it's somebody who had the same major as me in undergrad, someone whom I wish I met first. And because we're taking all those horrid 1L classes together, I'll feel like he gets me in more ways than one. We'll share views, talk about our values, grow closer and realize that we're actually having dates between the book stacks, using our hardcover books as placemats.



Then reality will hit that I'm probably not going to marry this guy. Oh well. It was a nice thought anyhow.