I wish I could only care for a few people, and those that leave me behind or hate me would not be among them.
I wish I didn’t fall “in love” so easily.
I wish I didn’t miss people.
I wish I didn’t have such a good memory as to recall every conversation, whether painful or not.
I wish I had the nerve to talk to most people without being nervous of what to say or how to say it.
I have that, too, and I wish I didn’t. The memories poke themselves out of my subconscious at the most useless times, as well, and for no apparent reason.
I also wish I didn’t have the ability to not see the future.
Let me explain…
I have an overactive imagination. This is good; I aspire to becoming an author (or, more correctly, a paid author). Unfortunately, my subconscious often applies this overactive imagination to real life. My imagination takes the situation I’m in, and projects it forward a few hours, days, or years, generally projecting the worst posible scenario that could happen.
Thus, I cannot see the future, but I project possible futures that make me cringe at the thought.
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