A few years ago I felt kinda lame whenever I had to “make a wish” blowing out birthday candles or whatnot and the only thing I could think of under pressure was “world peace”.
Since then, I’ve kept a wish ready to blurt out if I ever see a falling star or toss a coin into a fountain etc
For me, it’s sending my mind, with all my current knowledge and experience, back in time into my body at the moment I graduated high school, so I could re-live my life with more confidence, less anxiety and get straight into doing the cool bits of my life much earlier.
What would be your “back pocket wish”?
Being born a girl.
However you see yourself, it’s welcome in our eyes.
That I had a wallet with exact change every time I opened it. Dinner? My treat, you tip. You need groceries? Give me the list. The lady in front of me at the dentist that can’t get more care till her bill is paid? Is cash OK?
And when a certain billionaire realizes he’s lost way too much money and wants to offload this website he purchased for way too much you could just write a check.
Or you can like pay off all the student loan debt because you just happen to have 1.3 trillion dollars in your wallet.
Or just travel around and pay off school lunch debts, overdue book fees at local libraries, and get a round for everyone at every ice cream truck I see.
everytime
I wish people knew this wasn’t a word.
I’m not sure how exactly that improves the world but OK. I’ll edit my comment. And from now on I’ll be more careful about that. Not just this time, but everytime.
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Anything becomes a word if enough people write it, and write it regularly enough that everyone else knows what the writer is trying to convey everytime.
It could be a word, like everybody or everything, perhaps a synonym for “24/7”.
When times is the diner open? Everytime!
“For chick pants to have dude pants pockets”
You’re a hero the world needs right now.
They make those. They are just dude pants.
Apparently those who wear tight fitting chick pants prefer not having lines from pockets or undies or whatever.
If you want a middle ground, look to athletic brands built for climbers.
There is a discernable difference in the cut of pants, notably among the hips, that make this a non-option for some. Pockets shouldn’t come with the cost of looking like you’re wearing a sack of potatoes, lol.
The masses have chosen, non potato ass in return for no pockets.
Magic. And not ledgerdemain or magic that looks like things just kind of happened that sort of way, I’m talking magic missile, fireball, flying through the air blowing shit up, summoning familiars, castles in the sky, all that shit.
It’s always been to fly. Every time I blow out birthday candles, every time I fix my necklace chain, every time I blow away a fallen eyelash, every time I’ve thrown a penny in a fountain (oh how I miss the mall fountain!).
It never fucking works >:(
It’s because you told us just now. It would’ve worked but now it can’t!
It’s no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I love yours, and have one almost identical to it. But it’s probably not one I would share with say, coworkers or casual friends. I have a “public and plausible” wish in addition to the fantastic and semi-private one. My public and plausible wish is usually that our lotto pool at work finally hits all the numbers. Considering the odds of that happening, it’s damned unlikely, but at least it’s theoretically possible. So maybe I should call it my “public and barely plausible wish”.
I’ve always wished for Scarlett Johanssen, naked, to appear at the front door. It’s yet to happen.
One of my buddies thinks she’s plain / unattractive. Love the guy, but he’s a complete idiot in this regard.
No I’m isn’t
You didn’t specify when. She will show up when she is elderly and in poor health. She’ll knock on your door, then pass away.
Blowjobs
Yeah dude. Chicks dig guys with a back pocket wish.
What would be your “back pocket wish”?
That nobody is guilt tripped into making wishes on their birthday to satisfy social norms.
Check mate atheists.
“Oh, that was easy,” says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing.”
How has that got anything to do with religion?
sigh
Not everything on the internet is meant to be taken seriously 🙄.
Sure bud
Since I was a kid, I settled on “$100 million.” Simple. Enough to get you through life, but not being too greedy. Yet it’s still never come true, so I’m beginning to think wishing on stars, candles, wells, etc… might sadly be bullshit.
I remember when I was around 12 or 13 I’d always say my wish would be to get 1 billion dollars per second, for the rest of my life, and that no one, including the government, would ever be suspicious of it
You sound like you played too much D&D.
I used to always wish that things would work out for the best.
I guess it was too vague because that’s not how things have been going.
Just to know that I’ll be ok, I have a lot of chronic anxieties about the long picture future
You shouldn’t feel pressured into making a wish.
Invulnerability. To age, sickness, death, anything that could physically harm me. I want to live forever.
Or barring that, telekinesis.
I just picture you floating in an endless void 100 billion years after entropy has moved every single subatomic particle away from each other. Somehow you have been sustained. The last sophisticated entity in the universe. Your billions of years of loneliness have already driven you to the point of insanity, enlightenment, insanity again, and finally a state of which no one could imagine. Because you don’t consume food or water, you’re in a perpetual state of hunger and thirst. You don’t feel harmed, but you do feel peckish all the time. You could do with a draught. Your wish didn’t allow for pain “thank God”, you think.
And Cryophilia said, “LET THERE BE LIGHT!”
And there was light –
Site not found.
Skill issue
The problem is that they didn’t want to pay dreamhost for a certificate. So https doesn’t work. You need to use http://www.thelastquestion.net
Except for some reason Jerboa (the client that I use) obstinately rewrites that to use https.
Eventually, Kars stopped thinking.
To be happy.
Restorative Peace in our time. The absence of violence and presence of justice.
