When I was 10 I wished I was in my teens, I wanted to be older. Being 10 was kind of this no mans land between being a child and the path to adulthood. 3 years later I did it, I really did it. I made it to my teenager years – of course it was the wrong end of the teenage years. Now wished I was 17 or 18, or dare I say it, 19. How amazing that would be. Feel free to call me a higher achiever, because you know what? I did that as well, 5 years later I was 18. Finally an adult, the world was at my feet…
The problem was though, no one really took me seriously. I needed to be older. 21 exactly. That is what I needed. 21 years old and then I can really do what I want and people will take me seriously. I battled through and, did absolutely nothing to contribute to the passing of time until finally, I made it; 21. Nope. I was wrong. 25 must be the age. Definitely. 25 is the age I need.
OK, you get the idea.
I seem to have spent my first quarter century on Earth wishing my time away. Then when I spoke to older people, they all wished they could go back to being younger. So what can we conclude from this? Well, for a start we are terrible wishers. Had I met a genie when I was 10 I would have used all three wishes and been 21 wishing I had another wish. Or alternatively, I would have wished to be 25, to then be told that being a kid is better, so I’d have to waste another wish going back. Then I’d have one wish left to decide between world peace or the white Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers action figure. I’d then be left to deal with the fallout when the world inevitably saw me battling Lord Zedd and Rita Repulsa.
Needless to say I’m now 28 and I’ve retired from wishing. I have certainly learned not to wish away time. Time is something we can never give back and today was a prime example of why I’d never wish* it away again.
I’m sick right now – which, incidentally, is quickly becoming my default mode. Being sick means I get to stay home and hangout with my equally sick girlfriend. Contrary to normal sick days, it was a lovely day. We lay watching TV shows, having deep conversations, laughing and eating lots of none nutritional food*. Even if I hadn’t retired from wishing, I would not have wished this sickness away. It is the best sick day I’ve ever had, I couldn’t have wished for more*.
*I’ve now typed the word wish so many times that it is now just a noise. Wisshhhhhhh.
*Just can’t figure out why I’m so sick all the time.
*See what I did there?
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