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Time Travel is Confusing


I am confused when it comes to time travel. I admit it. I mean, I can pretty much follow a story line, but then all of these questions and scenarios pop into my head. Then, somehow, it’s like I’m the one who’s lost in a time vortex or something. I get really confused. It’s almost as if Scotty has beamed me up (or down), and my molecules were slightly rearranged upon re-configuration. My mind just sort of stops and goes, “Uuuuuuuh, what?” Does this ever happen to you?

The reason that I bring this up is because I just finished watching the movie About Time with Rachel McAdams and the coolest British guy everrrrrrr, Bill Nighy. If you really really want to see it and don’t want to know any details, you should stop reading. There may be some spoilers about to come to the surface. So, this movie is a very sweet British romantic comedy where a guy finds out that he can time travel by hiding in a closet and squeezing his fists real tight. It is very helpful in his romantic life, because he can redo a date that didn’t quite go the way he had planned. No harm done, right? Then, as all time travel movies seem to develop towards, there are moments of dire consequence that force the chrononaut to travel back and change things. This always brings about changes in the future of the lives involved. It’s like in The Butterfly Effect when Ashton Kutcher keeps going back to change one teeny tiny thing and the present gets so jacked up that either his best friend is paralyzed or he himself wakes up as a frat boy complete with pink and green clothes. I get this whole part of time travel. What I don’t understand is when someone dies, and you can go back to still talk to that person. That just seems like a broken law of nature. Also, in the movie, Bill Nighy’s character is the one who tells his son, Tim, he can time travel, so when his son comes back in time they talk about it. Is that possible? Can a person be completely aware in the past that he is actually in the past? 

One of the things I like about this movie was that one of the caveats of time travel is that you can’t go back before the birth of a child, otherwise you may end up with a different child. This happens in the movie, and it is very interesting. The only problem is that Tim does this but reverses the effect by re-travelling to the actual day of the birth of his child. I mean, it was kind of glossed over, but after he came back from that trip, his little red headed daughter was back and no longer replaced by a random brown-haired boy. Those little details just stop me in my tracks. It doesn’t make sense to me. 

Sometimes I think that time travel would be great. I would love to go back and do things differently with all of the wisdom that I have gained over these 46 years. Then I think about my kids. If I hadn’t met their dad, then they would not have existed. I suppose all of the painful things that happen to us are worth it because of the joys we experience. I would never trade my kids for any amount of comfort or riches. 

So to sum up a pretty wander-y and rambling post, time travel confuses me, and I don’t think that I would benefit from going back in time. I think I would get so confused that I would end up in an institution. That would make an interesting story, but I’ll keep my regular old life, thank you.