Let’s say you’re cleaning out your attic one day and you come across an old lamp. Picking it up, you give it a rub and a genie pops out.
*“It’s your lucky day!” the genie exclaims. “Not as lucky as it could be, but still pretty lucky. I’m going to give you one wish!”
“Great!” you reply. “Deposit ten billion dollars in my checking account, please.”
“Sorry,” the genie replies. “It’s Tuesday, and the only wishes I’m granting today are for personal improvement. I will instaneously free you of any one character flaw you personally possess: impatience, compulsive lying, alcoholism, whatever.”
“When will you be granting monetary wishes?” you ask.
“Ten thousand years from now.”
“Crap. How about sex with Alyson Hannigan?”
“TWENTY thousand years from now.”
“Double crap. Er…immortality?”
“Look,” the genie says, “either pick a character flaw to be free of, or I’m outta here.”*
What do you choose?
Same. I’m having some work problems that could be solved if I didn’t dissolve in tears in the face of confrontation/conflict. My husband is angry enough (not at me) right now that he’s about to step in and kick some ass, but I want to open my churchmouse mouth and handle it. But damnit, it’s hard!
I’m not sure what the trait/flaw is, but I just can’t seem to focus on office busy work and the like. When there isn’t really a project or a goal out there, I kind of wander off in the internet or whatever. I wish I didn’t do that.