Madness begotten

I had a conversation with my daughter tonight...

No, I've not been keeping secrets. I remain single and lonely.
My mind is constantly running through all of the various permutations of events in the past, present, and future. I know just what I should have said to the bullies in my past; I have thought through countless ideas for the wooing of, and the eventual proposal to a woman (I'm quite debonair and charming in my imagination); and tonight, in one of the rarer moments of this madness, I had a conversation with a child. My child.

I don't know whether I'll ever be married; I don't know whether I'll ever be a father; And, of course, I don't know whether any of those possible children be a girl. All I know is that those few moments tonight were extremely happy moments.

It was a basic encouraging parental speech. I told her that she was special and to never lose sight of that fact. I explained humility to her, reminding her to consider those around her before herself. And I seemed to try to offer some advice on dealing with those who seem hell-bent on bringing her down. It started off with the tone and vocabulary that one might use when speaking with a young child. It then seemed to progress to an assumed knowledge of reasoned-morality and a common vocabulary suitable for an older child. That's it. That's all. It was a simple Dad moment.

What triggered this? I have no idea.
How long was I working aimlessly with a blank look in my face?

Yes, this is odd. I'm odd.
No friend of mine should be surprised at the depths of my madness anymore.

I don't know what to take from it. Maybe there is nothing to be taken from it. Either way, I thought I'd just share a momentary glance in to those moments when I kind of zone out. I am thinking at those moments; And rarely am I thinking about something light or inconsequential. You are friends with a dreamer, a mad-man musing on times, worlds, and realities beyond this that we know.
Will I ever be "Daddy"?