Is there a multiverse? Does time really exist? Or are there parallel timelines constantly branching off one another? If I had decided things differently, does another me exist who made those decisions?

I suppose that most people speculate about alternate universes after a major decision. Is there another me who married her, and is he happy? Does another me live in San Antonio? What if I had majored in art instead of business? And so on. I never do that.

My only speculation about parallel universes comes when I almost drop something. I wonder: Is there another universe where I dropped my laptop instead of barely catching it? That other me must be cussing up a storm. I always try to imagine how he must feel. Then, I think of all the times I’ve almost dropped things and I bet there’s a universe where I drop fucking everything. That would be annoying.