 |
| So, like, what was that smoke monster again? |
Loose ends. Unsolved mysteries. These are the things that can keep you up at night, or cause traffic accidents while dwelling on them as you navigate rush-hour traffic on the Long Island Expressway.
I don't mean broad enigmas like "Where is Jimmy Hoffa buried?" or "What the hell was
Lost really about?"; I'm blogging about dilemmas of a personal nature, like:
- How different would my life had been if I'd accepted that job in Chicago?
- Why did Grace really break up with me?
- Why does my physical appearance resemble that of "Uncle" Fred more than of my father?
Eventually, some of these mysteries will be solved (hopefully before either Fred or your father is on his deathbed) and some won't (Grace's restraining order against you won't expire until 2075). Here's an example of one of the unsolved mysteries from my own life.
