Life doesn’t come with a remote control. I think I’ve finally gotten over the idea that I don’t have to pay attention, because I can always hit the Replay button and go back seven seconds. I no longer get frustrated that the world won’t Pause at my command. And as much as I often need to Rewind, I know it’s not going to happen. Adam Sandler made a movie about this, but to me it’s just a reflex, because I spend so much time with a remote in my hand.

As I was walking to the post office today I experienced something similar but completely different. It’s a new one, but maybe that’s just because I don’t walk enough. I passed someone on the sidewalk, and for some reason I thought I could look up and to my right and I would see them walking away from me. What? Yes, I actually thought that life had provided me with a rear view mirror. I don’t walk enough, but maybe I drive too much.

This is some kind of muscle memory thing, I think. It’s not anything that affects me to any great degree, but it’s kind of a strange sensation when it happens. I don’t think of myself as the kind of person who lives inside an Adam Sandler movie.