It’s not like someone can just draw a time machine in the next panel so that he can go back and blurt something like “Tell her you have bad knees!” before the future version pops out of existence, leaving a confused past version wondering “Who? When?” Followed by a new arc where he doesn’t go to the bar because he thinks he needs to do something more important, wanders around looking for the woman he needs to inform about his bad knees (which aren’t even really that bad).
All to set up a scenario where an exhausted man sits down on a bench and is approached by another woman who flirtily asks him if he’s a bad boy and he absently replies that his knees are bad, she laughs and they fall in love.
And every now and then he thinks about that alternate reality where he somehow determined that “Tell her you have bad knees!” was enough to not only win his true love’s heart but also somehow led him to her. Though he loves his life with her, he obsesses with finding ways to unlock that advanced intellect in this timeline.
It’s not like you could just draw that, the past is in the past, worry about the present!
It’s a joke in a comic. You don’t need to take super seriously and literally and find a solution. Just laugh and move on.
I read “final solution” for some reason.
I and I was quite interested in where it was going.
Apparently just laugh and move on.
Doesn’t seem right.
No, we must solve this issue. You need to understand that nobody here understands the difference between fiction and reality.
If you eat enough pills/chems/things there is no difference.
Yeah but what’s done is already done!
It’s not like someone can just draw a time machine in the next panel so that he can go back and blurt something like “Tell her you have bad knees!” before the future version pops out of existence, leaving a confused past version wondering “Who? When?” Followed by a new arc where he doesn’t go to the bar because he thinks he needs to do something more important, wanders around looking for the woman he needs to inform about his bad knees (which aren’t even really that bad).
All to set up a scenario where an exhausted man sits down on a bench and is approached by another woman who flirtily asks him if he’s a bad boy and he absently replies that his knees are bad, she laughs and they fall in love.
And every now and then he thinks about that alternate reality where he somehow determined that “Tell her you have bad knees!” was enough to not only win his true love’s heart but also somehow led him to her. Though he loves his life with her, he obsesses with finding ways to unlock that advanced intellect in this timeline.
It’s not like you could just draw that, the past is in the past, worry about the present!