TiMER

I just watched the movie Timer. I liked it.
Let the records show, I would not, under any circumstances, like to have a timer. The whole idea behind it is the same thing that stresses me out about expiration dated relationships: no one will ever, mark my words, ever, fall in love with someone they are certain they won't end up with (which is a paradox, really, because a different person may very well be the one, but if one party won't give it a chance, it'll never work). It's that [convoluted-ly] simple. I see the advantages, of course, even if one's timer wasn't going to zero out for forty years or something ridiculous like that, just because one would know what to expect. I mean, meaningless sex would be meaningless sex. But what if you find someone you love or could very well fall in love with? Can't that change who your 'one' is? In the movie, those with timers could only be matched with someone else with a timer. Is there only one person out there for you? If you've seen the movie, couldn't Mikey potentially been meant for her? Or at least couldn't they have been perfectly happy together? It's such a fatalist concept.
My theory for if I got a timer:
My countdown would either be blank or forever, in either case I'd be devastated. But why? I'd rather just bumble around and find the one with my instinct rather than some digital readout telling me who to fall for.
So, I recommend seeing the movie, it was quite good and had an outstanding concept that could potentially provide hours and hours of long intense discussion. And instead of walking away from the movie wondering if I will ever find my one, I walked away not caring as much with the firmer mentality of "if it's meant to be, it'll be."
A maxim I should live by more often.