So my brother in law gets to go on business trips -- London, New York, Munich, Nice, Orlando, etc., etc. All very nice.
This week, he'll be going to Sweden for ten days. This has been on the calendar for a while. Now, totally in passing last night, he mentioned to Sis that, by the way, he'll be in on a meeting with Bjorn from ABBA. Sis freaked out. ABBA is a big deal. He knows that ABBA is a big deal to Sis. How could he not have mentioned this earlier? It's BJORN from ABBA. Sis called me to freak out, then I started freaking out. Bjorn from ABBA. What. The. Hell. We had a whole talk about his Swedish trip last week, and he didn't think to mention this? Talk about burying the lede...
Still not very happy about it. I mean, good for him and all (he's not a fan), but it'll be him meeting Bjorn and not me. This is A Difficulty.
Every day, I'm confronted with the fact that somewhere, I went very wrong in life. I have no idea where -- I did everything a good boy should -- but I wound up in a place where I don't want to be, and where it seems that everybody else is better off than me in any number of ways.
Not to be despondent or anything. Maybe I'm just jealous of not getting to meet Bjorn.
Still -- it's a question I face daily. Where did I go wrong, to end up like this? I can't figure it out.
Maybe it was just dumb luck. Let's hope so -- it would explain a lot, particularly as luck has been in very short supply for me this millennium.