What if Time Were 2 Dimensional?

I recently heard a scientist describe time as 1 dimensional, as opposed to 3 dimensional space. Time moves in one direction – forward into the future, not backwards.

But don’t you ever want to travel backwards in time?

I hear women say, “My husband has changed. He’s always out. When he’s home, he’s drinking, and when he’s not drinking, he’s angry. I want to get back the man I married.

That man from the past exists only in memory. In the future, that man won’t be who he is today.

I hear parents say, “My teenage daughter lies in bed all day, headphones in her ears, iPad on her lap. She’s belligerent every time we ask her to do something. I want the sweet girl she was 2 years ago.”

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That girl is morphing into an adult. There’s no telling who she’ll be next year.

I hear people say, “My high school boyfriend was the love of my life. I want to find him and feel that happiness again.”

When I was 18, I met a boy my first week in college and was infatuated with him for years. Our relationship, if you could call it that, was mostly one-sided, my side. He saw me when it worked for him, sporadically. I spent most of my time waiting for his call. There were lots of boys who wanted to date me then, but I got stuck on him.

Why? I can speculate. I was 18 and innocent. He was standoffish. That felt safe. He was challenging. That felt electrifying. He was the boy who was always just slightly out of reach.

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I married someone else right after college, but I dreamed of my lost true love. I had fantasies of seeing him again someday and orchestrating a revenge. I’d make him fall in love with me, then I’d walk away, just like he did all those years ago.

When I divorced, I contacted him by using information from a mutual friend I met at a college reunion. She warned me, “He doesn’t look like he used to. He’s gained a lot of weight. A lot.”

10 years gone, I arranged to meet him in New York City. When he turned to me, I saw an extremely large man with the warm smile and beautiful green eyes I remembered.

“You look exactly the same,” he said, wrapping me in a bear hug. “I know I don’t.”

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Sometime later, he visited my home. I dug up old journals I’d written in 5 spiral notebooks, all about him. He flipped through the pages in surprise and read what I’d written. “This is amazing,” he said. “You were in love with me.”

I nodded. “I was obsessed. What a quirky kid I was.”

“What an idiot I was,” he said. “You were stunning. You still are. I wish I’d appreciated you. I wasn’t very nice.”

“We were kids,” I said. I meant it. I held no bad feelings for this man.

I told him, with a laugh, about my revenge fantasy. “It’s ridiculous, isn’t it?”

In my fantasy, I always thought I would travel back in time to the broken-hearted girl I’d been. But now, in the present, I felt no desire to hurt him. I had only fond memories of our shared college days.

His romantic life was limited though. He wasn’t happy. He began calling me a lot.

“You’ve put a spell on me,” he said. “Now I’m obsessed with you.”

My revenge fantasy came true — now that I didn’t desire it.

“It’s not me you want,” I said. “We have different lives now. You’re being nostalgic about your past.”

“It is you I want,” he said. “Is it hopeless?”

It was. I had no romantic feelings for him.

We became friends after that. He visited me a few times. He invited me to his wedding. We talked a few years after his divorce.

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Occasionally, I have romantic dreams about the 18 year old boy he’d been. In my sleep, I’m still in love with that boy who no longer exists.

When I have the dreams, I sometimes call him and talk. That always brings me back to the present.

Time is not 2 dimensional. As far as we know.

Have you ever tried to travel backwards?

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15 thoughts on “What if Time Were 2 Dimensional?

  1. I am sooo disappointed. My Mark 1 time machine caused a modest fire (burned down the back shed), and Mark 2 would have been ready next month. Now I’m going to have to put the superconducting magnets on e-bay. BTW, great post.

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      1. Absolutely, the past is the only place to go. You travel back, step on a butterfly or whatever, and create paradoxes, the basis of so much sci fi. I should probably mention that I do in fact have a time machine, but it’s a boring computer simulation to study the time travel paradox.

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        1. Wow! I’d love to see that boring simulation. What about a multi-verse transporter so I can visit my alternate worlds and see how my choices not taken turned out?

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  2. Wow, love the insights yet again and this post. Such a helpful way to think about how people change through time. Helpful insight to let go of the past and who people used to be – including myself.

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  3. Haha! I remember so clearly! You were smitten, then bitten. Finding the right partner is like climbing a ladder. You’ve got to step on a lot of rungs to get to the top, and that’s without knowing whether you’ve got a foot-stool, step-ladder, or extension ladder. All necessary passages, like trying out a lot of different jobs before you’ve narrowed down what you really want.Or, as my athletic coach husband likes to say of the reason for all those past relationships: “Practice, practice, practice.” Simple logic.

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  4. That girl is morphing into an adult. There’s no telling who she’ll be next year.” This is very helpful to me as my personality changes multiple times from when I was 16 to 21 and I felt ashamed of it. I never thought of it as morphing into an adult instead of just being “weird.” 🙂

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