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With A Wish In One Hand
Wish in one hand - shit in the other. See which fills first.
It'll be the hand with the wishes of course, except that wishes are invisible, so the only person who'll really know how many you've got is you. But that's fine.
As for me, well... I've never been big on wishes. Lately I've been starting to reconsider.
The whole "wish" always thing felt so hopeless. I see myself as a man of science. Charts, graphs and equations. The ability to plot progress towards goals, both realistic and sometimes not.
I want to become a better man. More of a gentleman. Wiser. More patient. It's easy to look back at the ass I once was and see that I've come a long way there! Woo hoo! (OK, I wasn't really so bad, but I HAVE come a long way)
I want to find my place in the world.
I want to find my place in Portland.
I want my freaking radio career back - with all of the upsides and none of the downsides. Can't I have that? I want to be part of entertaining hundreds of thousands of people - if not more - and I don't want to deal with moving across the country every time the wind blows.
I want to dabble with black and white photography. No - I want to excel at it.
I want to visit every country that's at least relatively safe for me to do so. I'll take lots of photos as I go. Yay for that.
I want cool furniture. I've got some, but I want more. I want my crappy loveseat to get the holy hell out of my living room and never look back! Be gone you pathetic ass trap!
I want a new loft for the cool couch that'll replace my current ass trap loveseat. I want a loft with cat-vomit-friendly hardwood floors and slightly less peep-friendly windows. Can I have a high ceiling too? Maybe a raised bedroom? Extra storage? That'd be sweet.
I want to get paid to help people. I seem to be better at helping others than helping myself. Can't I get rich doing that?
I don't really need to get rich - but the stuff I like sure is expensive... travel, furniture, lofts with hardwood floors and exposed brick walls... I did mention that my loft should have at least one exposed-brick wall, didn't I?
I want that too.
I don't want to wish for these things because I know that if I don't take steps towards achieving them, I'll never get them. But that doesn't make me want them any less.
And last but not least, I want to wash all this shit off my 'other' hand. Yucko!!! If I were to make one actual 'wish', I suppose that would be it.
No, not really...
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::::: | Posted Monday, May 16 2005 at 4:29 PM
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