These are the things I think about when I am supposed to be writing a blog post…come take a dip in my stream of consciousness…
I wish I could find someone to pay me for playing solitaire. I’m a FreeCell man, and I’m pretty good, if I do say so myself…
If I had a superpower, I think I’d like to control minds. Well, maybe not so much minds as emotions. Imagine that you could, with just the power of your will, provoke deep visceral responses in people. Getting people to like, respect, trust, even fear you would be a simple matter of looking them in the eye and, I don’t know, flaring your nostrils or something. Sure would come in handy in the classroom. I could make 8th graders want to learn! I might even pick up a side job selling…anything I want. I promise you, I would only use this power for good…
Still, this solitaire thing is pretty cool. I just paused for another game, and I defeated the computer handily. If I made, oh, say $1000 per game…
Would it be better to have the ability to control minds, or time? I mean, say you could control time. How would that work? Would you travel back and forth in your current body, or just kind of observe in an ethereal state? My particular fantasy goes like this: I am given fifty years to spend as I see fit. I can go backward in time, but I can’t fast-forward. Time would actually turn back, so that I would find myself in my younger body—sorry younger self, but you’ll have to move. This would, of course, prevent me from going back to a time before I was born. Probably wouldn’t want to be an infant with an adult mind and memories, either. That would rank pretty high on the Disturbing scale.
So, I would take a chunk of my fifty years—say 35 or so—and go back to about the age of ten. Then, I could relive my life, making all the right decisions. A little birthday card money from Granny could be dropped on a choice stock or two, and TaDaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Multikajillionaire. Best part of all, I would still have 15 of my 50 years left to cover incidental mistakes that might still get made along the way. A little judicious time-reversal here and there, and I could be a superhero. Just imagine the possibilities…
Or, wait…what if I had the time control thing AND mind control. Oooooooh…
Then again, if I could just get someone to pay me to play solitaire. I mean, my average is way into the 90th percentile…
I wonder why I don’t get more writing done.
No, actually, I don’t.