I sat in the bar, the only bouncer working. During the day, only one is needed, or so the
bar thinks. I watched a waitress being a
waitress. Pretty. Very pretty.
Should I tell her? Compliment
her?
If I did, 5 possibilities lay before me:
1. She likes the
compliment, and our relationship changes in the sense that she feels attracted
to me, or wants more from me than we have at the time—a simple work
relationship.
2. She likes the
compliment as a compliment. Nothing
more. Nothing less. Nothing changes.
3. She dislikes the
compliment, for whatever reason, but nothing changes.
4. She dislikes the
compliment, for whatever reason, but something changes. She becomes annoyed with me for thinking her
pretty…for whatever reason.
5. She feels
indifferent towards the compliment, and nothing changes.
Five possibilities from two choices: Compliment her, or don’t compliment her.
I chose not to compliment her.
I realized this choice as perhaps the first conscious choice
of my life.
In this realization, I was experiencing a kind of rebirth as
a conscious being.
It reminded me of what Morpheus said to Neo after unplugging
Neo from the Matrix:
Neo: Why do my eyes
hurt?
Morpheus: You've
never used them before.
I’d never used my will before, not like that, not with
conscious awareness of two roads before me.
Really…
I’d never
been
truly
alive.
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