Now that I am older, I realize that it is not knowing myself that is advantageous - but knowing what others become. Yes, I could ensure that I wouldn't make the decisions that broke my heart. Instead, I now know who became someone never worth my heart, regardless of what they seemed to be in youth.

The other option seems no better. I could completely avoid metagaming and go down a completely different path. But then my knowledge wouldn't be of much use - I would be thrown into a new unknown making equally disastrous mistakes that I would then want to relive. A recursive problem.

Burying the lead: Amy's Dead-End Dreamhouse may be the best show currently being produced.

Already plenty of this from people who live in London. It's like, why bother? You will never be as bting as a the English.

Don't believe me? I have tinctured crystal resonance to sell you.