If I could clone myself…
This thought just occurred to me a moment ago, “What would I do if I could clone myself and somehow still mystically enjoy the experiences of my cloned self?”
My first thought would be to let my cloned self chase his wildest dreams. He might move to Nashville and become a huge rockstar/producer type, having his own recording studio and successful music career. In reality, that probably wouldn’t have been a great idea considering the recent events in Nashville, but let’s pretend the flood didn’t happen in my little fantasy world. He would love absorbing the diverse musical creativity of so many artists, and I imagine that would be a fulfilling and motivating existence for him (me).
What if I sent him down my original path? My teenage-self always dreamed of moving to California and living it up there with my brother-from-another-mother, Chris. Well, he wound up moving to Hawaii a few years later, so that would be super-sweet. I can imagine this cloned version of myself living the sweet life in lazy Hawaii, absorbing the surf and salt-water, writing ska/reggae/punk-rock tunes all day. This dream sounds like a happy-ending fairy tale, but it would inevitably turn sour as Chris wound up moving back to Missouri. I would hope that my artificial twin would stay, but he likes to have company and if he didn’t have a significant other (which I would hope would be a cloned version of my wife) he would have probably moved back too.
What other dream might a cloned version of me chase? What other path would he take? It’s something interesting to think about.






