So last night I was feeling a bit lonely and I ended up laying, lights off, half asleep, under the covers, in bed thinking about my life. I determined there were 4 things I wanted to do with my life. Hopes, ambitions, goals, dreams…call them what you will.
1. I want to get my poetry published in an honest to goodness book of my own. I’d like to have a reason to walk into Barnes and Noble or Borders. I don’t really care if it sells 1 or 1,000,000 copies; I’d just like to be a published writer. In this imagination I thought of several scenarios on what the book should be. I thought I could write a bit about each poem, what it was about, why I wrote it, who it was about…but then I thought that maybe just the raw poem would be good enough; that the reader could glean whatever meaning they wanted.
2. I want to invent something new and useful that would make me some money. I already have an awesome idea and last night the design came to me. Magnets. I have devised a new form of advertising. Some of you may know what I am talking about but I need to keep it something of a secret so no one steals my idea…it’s happened before. Yeah you Chase Bank and your texting people their account balances when they get low…THAT WAS MY IDEA 3 YEARS BEFORE YOU CAME OUT WITH IT. That’s beside the point. I need to figure out how to form the business model so I can make all the money on the ads not just the contraption that holds them.
3. I want to run for President. I already have some supporters from years or word of mouth campaigning. But as I was thinking about policy and how to better the country a flood of ideas came to me about taxes, welfare, government spending, and more. I have great ideas. The problem here is that I am not a politician. I don’t like butt kissing, schmoozing, or any of that crap. I just like to keep it real. I have no doubt that I would be a good president. People would like me. I already have a motto, “For the Love…and the Plane.” (Let’s face it Air Force One is pretty rad.)
4. I want to get married. Duh. All of this thought came from being lonely initially. I needed a wife to talk to and hold. I had this vision a couple years back, it was my Bride and I, at the alter of the Temple, she was so beautiful and I was finally happy.
7 comments:
I think you should run for president. I will throw down $5 million toward your campaign if you can promise me a position in your cabinet...and a ride on Air Force One.
I think you should publish your poems... but don't write what they were about. That is one of the beauties of poetry, it can mean whatever you need it to at that moment. I also want a wifey for you. The thought of you feeling lonely makes me want to die. Really it breaks my heart- I can't dwell on this though or I will cry. But there is no doubt- live right, and you will find her. Just be ready for her when she gets here.
PS but in my book could you write what the poems were about? My curiosity always gets the best of me- dang it.
I would totally vote for you, but don't let Matty talk you into accepting bribes. That is bad way to start. I want to hear more about these magnets.
You deserve all of that... now go get it!
Ok you heart crusher. I am sitting at work reading your blog and wiping some tears that fell when I read that you wanted to get married. You will. I have no doubt about it. And that will be one luck chic. Keep in touch you only live 20 minutes away. Our blog is wyndamreevefamily.blogspot.com. And Wyndam and I both still think Ryker looks alot like you.
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