"Wait. Is this a dream?" "Nope." Ryan shakes his head looking both excited and nervous. "Anything I want?" "Yep." He grins. Holy crap. What would I do with a wish?
"Nope." Ryan shakes his head looking both excited and nervous.
"Anything I want?"
"Yep." He grins.
Holy crap. What would I do with a wish? Holy crap. Why am I even wondering? This is easy. It’s a wish. Everybody has wishes. Don’t they? There are things I want that I can’t afford. There are things I’d like to do that I don’t have a chance to. There are things I would like to be, that I will never be, relying on my own power and abilities. But were those wishes?
Holy crap, I’m a butt head. I mean, seriously. It’s a wish. Why am I over-thinking this? I’m like one of those mothers who hyper-plans her eight year-old’s birthday party. One of those fathers who critiques the quality of the artwork on the card his eleven year-old drew for him. One of those people who not only looks the gift horse in the mouth, but has its teeth x-rayed to make sure none of the teeth are just good fakes.
Holy stinking crap. Just run with it. Just make a wish. It’s not hard. People wish for things all the time. Don’t wish for something evil, and what’s the harm? I mean, really. It’s just a darn wish.
Just say something! Anything. What does it matter? The first desire that pops in your head. You’re not losing anything. You didn’t have the wish until now. You weren’t budgeting for a wish. You weren’t planning for a wish. So whatever you wish for, it’s just a bonus.
There are so many things, though. What if I wish for the wrong thing? Then you sell the Sea-Doo and buy a couple really good steaks with the money. What’s the harm? Wishing for something isn’t the same as losing the other things you didn’t wish for. If you wish, you get one of them. If you don’t wish, you get none of them. So blurt it out. Say it!
Nothing. Holy crap. This is embarrassing. I don’t have lock-jaw, Ryan, I swear. I’m not paralyzed. You heard me talk earlier, right? I can talk, I just don’t know what to say. I don’t walk around every day strategizing for something like this. “So, if today something weird happens and I get a wish, how should I respond?” Not even close. It doesn’t cross my mind. I might wistfully long for something I don’t have, but I don’t put it on a list of wishes, like my list of movies I need to see and ice cream flavors I need to try.
This is stupid. It’s a damn wish. Who doesn’t have a wish? Every guy has a condom. Every gal has a can of mace. Every one has a wish. Holy crap, can’t you just say something. Anything. There’s nothing to lose. Just a freebie. A one time chance.
Why was I so confused? Why could I not think of something to ask for. How did this cat get its dirty little claws on my tongue. I gritted my teeth and growled with frustration, and cursed loudly, “Damnit, I wish I knew to say!”
"Wait. Is this a dream?"
ReplyDelete"Nope." Ryan shakes his head looking both excited and nervous.
"Anything I want?"
"Yep." He grins.
Holy crap. What would I do with a wish? Holy crap. Why am I even wondering? This is easy. It’s a wish. Everybody has wishes. Don’t they? There are things I want that I can’t afford. There are things I’d like to do that I don’t have a chance to. There are things I would like to be, that I will never be, relying on my own power and abilities. But were those wishes?
Holy crap, I’m a butt head. I mean, seriously. It’s a wish. Why am I over-thinking this? I’m like one of those mothers who hyper-plans her eight year-old’s birthday party. One of those fathers who critiques the quality of the artwork on the card his eleven year-old drew for him. One of those people who not only looks the gift horse in the mouth, but has its teeth x-rayed to make sure none of the teeth are just good fakes.
Holy stinking crap. Just run with it. Just make a wish. It’s not hard. People wish for things all the time. Don’t wish for something evil, and what’s the harm? I mean, really. It’s just a darn wish.
Just say something! Anything. What does it matter? The first desire that pops in your head. You’re not losing anything. You didn’t have the wish until now. You weren’t budgeting for a wish. You weren’t planning for a wish. So whatever you wish for, it’s just a bonus.
There are so many things, though. What if I wish for the wrong thing? Then you sell the Sea-Doo and buy a couple really good steaks with the money. What’s the harm? Wishing for something isn’t the same as losing the other things you didn’t wish for. If you wish, you get one of them. If you don’t wish, you get none of them. So blurt it out. Say it!
Nothing. Holy crap. This is embarrassing. I don’t have lock-jaw, Ryan, I swear. I’m not paralyzed. You heard me talk earlier, right? I can talk, I just don’t know what to say. I don’t walk around every day strategizing for something like this. “So, if today something weird happens and I get a wish, how should I respond?” Not even close. It doesn’t cross my mind. I might wistfully long for something I don’t have, but I don’t put it on a list of wishes, like my list of movies I need to see and ice cream flavors I need to try.
This is stupid. It’s a damn wish. Who doesn’t have a wish? Every guy has a condom. Every gal has a can of mace. Every one has a wish. Holy crap, can’t you just say something. Anything. There’s nothing to lose. Just a freebie. A one time chance.
Why was I so confused? Why could I not think of something to ask for. How did this cat get its dirty little claws on my tongue. I gritted my teeth and growled with frustration, and cursed loudly, “Damnit, I wish I knew to say!”
And like that I knew.
Only, Ryan was gone.
Holy crap.
LOL! Loved it! I especially liked this line:
ReplyDelete"One of those people who not only looks the gift horse in the mouth, but has its teeth x-rayed to make sure none of the teeth are just good fakes."