I wonder what my half-life would be if I were a chemical compound. What the name of my flagship game would be if I were a video game company. What my real life would look like separate from a Second life account.
In a literal sense half-life could be 50 years if we assume the first world will carry me all the way to a hundred. The genes are on my side but the exhaustion of living might not be.
In a true sense I'll define it as the time before someone grows tired of you in a short period of time.
Imagine this for the scene of a greek dramedy:
Name tage: Dr. Montalban
Profession: Space Cowboy/Dr./I take care of the child I am raising on my own
Hobbies? Descartes, Magritte and French enology.
In and out. Like the burger joint, except rather than a 30 minute wait it's more a really short eternity separated by a little gong knocked unceremoniously every four minutes. A bevy of girls dressed to impress in a variety of out-of-season colors and styles look charming and pretty from afar. The guys, on the other side of the bar all look the same - button down and dark jeans - as they hold a drink and fake a distant far-away-from-here type look.
And we start.
4 minutes to make an impression and the hardest job interview I've ever had rolls around. I want to seem cool and aloof but interesting enough to have them begging with questions. Mention my travels or my small collection of french wines? Should I hint at the idea of a family and a picket fence or derisively refer to that fantasy as part of my larger view on the life, ironic?
The thought of just being myself briefly crosses my mind. Ha!
Her eyes wander away from her and I make one last ditch attempt - I'm not afraid to fall in love. Thinking that's what all of them want to hear. And I'd promised myself I'd get hopped up enough to avoid my nasty habit of thinking. I'm on the patch and everything and it still doesn't help. She looks at me giving me a final appraisal and I feel like the admiral's antiques. She smiles politely as her eyes take on a beautiful glaze.
Hello half life.
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