The health problems of my partner, family and friends suddenly vanish, and an amount of money that will let us live comfortably for the rest of our days is deposited in our bank accounts.
Alternatively, superpowers.
Financial security. If that’s not possible, a long-term decent-paying job.
I’m not sure which I want more:
A total cure for Major Depressive Disorder
or
A simple & painless suicide method
The body I had when I was 35, minus the menstrual problems.
If that’s not available, a new spine so my arthritis would no longer be a problem.
After that, a free ride on the Virgin Galactic and/or the Space Plane
$85M of course, but that answer is boring. So, for just a single gift to maximize my current lifestyle: a Prius, preferably with a sunroof.
Everything.
Hey if I’m fantasizing I might as well go all out.
But if I had to pick one selfish thing, I’d say perfect physical and mental health.
Someone to come to my house and give me a hundred dollar bill a day, every day, for life.
Time to read. I want at least an hour a day, every day for the rest of my life, and it has to be comfortable, quiet, and uninterrupted.
And financial security and health and happiness and stuff.
Enough money so my husband could become a SAHD.
A babysitter whenever we wanted one.
Wealth.
I’ve got a lot of problems, but there’s not one that can’t be solved with money. I’d be thankful for that – if I had the money to solve them.
Loaded onto Santa’s sleigh and sent from Cafe Society to MPSIMS.
Someone walking up to me and going, “You want to do ___ as a career and get a degree from ___.”
That’s all I want.
I’d like better relationships with my sisters, which would require them to stop being such petulant horse’s asses.
I’d like a guy friend in my neighborhood. My wife has lots of girlfriends nearby, and their husbands are OK, but nobody I’d want to hang with on a Saturday afternoon & drink a couple beers with. My guy friends all live at least a 45 minute drive away. So a neighborhood “buddy”- that’d be nice.
I’d like to be able to buy my inlaws a home to get them out of the hellish existence they’ve been living for years.
I want a fantastic, sitcom-worthy apartment in Manhattan, all bought and paid for and in my name.
I’d also like two working eyes, with 20/20 vision. And one of those for my sister as well. But not The Boyfriend. He looks too cute in glasses.
For my dad to last until Christmas. Actually, for my dad to last another 20 Christmases if we’re dreaming big here.
A job. Full time. Any field. Don’t care at this point. I’m open to ditch digging and animal massager.
Where do you live again?
Is it actually any good?
I would like to be the perfect go-between. Truly making people happy lends me happiness, but working in customer service leaves me numb, although I have quite a few cruel and funny stories…