I'm a believer in the Infinite Universes theory, where every outcome of every atom/life plays out in every way possible and all possible outcomes happen in ways imperceivable to our minds. I do also buy into the Life is a Simulation pragmatism/existential crisis as well. Both are very possible according to the best minds of our time's thinking. (I lay no claim I am a peer of them.)
So, in an infinite amount of these universes, but simultaneously also a finite amount of them, there's many where Karen Gillan is sitting on my face while Gina Carano blows me in a Cuban Hotel Penthouse after I won $4 million in a single hand of Baccarat and where Chris Chan doesn't exist and Hitler won, and there's also an infinite amount of universes, but also finite, where I'm dating Chris by some Orwellian Court Order. Fuck, a few infinite of them probably have me enjoying it (fuck).
While I wish I lived in the Carano/Gillan multiverse (fuck me, I really wish I did), I'm happy I'm not in one of the mandatory dating Chris ones. This is the best "Meh" outcome I could expect.
(If none of this make sense, sorry, my dog died today and I'm fucking shitfaced on Jameson's tonight.)