Sometimes at night when I'm waiting for sleep to overcome me, I re-live past experiences. More often than not, they are embarrassing, painful, better-left-forgotten moments that I would normally not indulge in during conscious hours.
Except that they are fictional memoirs. I change my attitude. I change my reactions. I change other people's reactions. I even change how I look (you wouldn't believe how often I'm suddenly 5'6"). All this to try and make things right again. If I don't like how things are progressing *zip* I hit the mental rewind button and start again with different variables set.
I don't know why I do this. You can't change the past. Is it like going over your midterm results so you're better prepared for the final? Am I hoping it prepares me for the future?
But no two situations are the same. There's no use in anticipating that which may happen because it will never be identical to the past. It's another time, another place, another me.