I’d love to be able to become any animal I chose. I think it would be incredibly cool to spend a day as a dragonfly, soaring over ponds. Or as a bee, being able to see flower patterns in UV light and being comforted by the warmth and acceptance of my sisters. Or as a manta ray, swooping across the ocean floor. Or as any of the other myriad bizzarre, beautiful, and amazing creatures in the world.
Being able to shape-shift would be pretty neat, too.
I’d also love to have the gift of tongues–to be able to speak and understand every language in the world with perfect fluency. This ability would also include being literate in all written languages.
But, hey–at this point, I’d settle for having the following:
Enough money to feel secure, get (and keep) my own apartment, and travel.
Funding for my research. (This one’s proving to be a challenge.), and
An SO. (This one’s proving an even bigger challenge.)
I also want to hangglide. And travel around the world. And become a better dancer. And take really wonderful photos. And get a better car.
I hated high school, but it would be good if I could go back to being 14. Maybe if I had a second chance, I could do my high school and early college years right, rather than muffing them completely the way I did.
I’d also love the opportunity to go back and make some other choices–choices I didn’t realize would be pivotal in my life–over again, choosing the better course of action the second time around. But I’m sure that’s a common enough desire.
And, of course, somehow magically getting my mitts on tons and tons of money wouldn’t be too horrible, either.
Hey! No fair being selfless there, Andy! You’re making the rest of us look bad!
As for myself, I wish I could sing. I played guitar for many years (haven’t picked one up in quite some time, dunno why), and I can read music. If someone hands me a piece of sheet music, even if it’s a song I’ve never heard, I can hear it in my head. Not that this is especially incredible; anyone who can read music can certainly do the same. The problem is, I can’t for the life of me express the music with my voice. Not by singing, not by whistling, not by humming. Somewhere between my brain and my vocal chords, everything gets all screwed up. Some sort of block somewhere.
