Submitted by megan on Fri, 11/16/2007 - 07:44
Okay, I wish for things all the time. But ridiculous things. Like I wish I were independently wealthy and could hire Eric to fan me and feed me bonbons all day. Like I wish that people would stop using god as an excuse to beat on each other and that world could share its resources a little better. Like I wish it was fall all the time.
To me, these are things worth wishing for, since I don't have a lot of control over them.
Last night I was sitting in the rotunda at Algonquin College, waiting for Grace, and knitting. No one paid me no nevermind.* Well, a couple of older ladies walking by threw a curious glance to suss out what the project was, but other than that, nothing.
Or, nothing much.
A few stitches before the end of the night's last round, a man walked by, quite closely to me. He looked like a nice man, a reasonably intelligent man. He looked down and shook his head and smiled ruefully.
"I wish I could do that," he said, kept walking.
You know what I did? I giggled. Fuck's sake. Cause 5 seconds later, I was fuming, and this is what I said to him in my head:
No. You know what? You do not wish that. Because if you actually wished that, you would pick up some fucking needles and a ball of yarn and take a damn lesson. It's not rocket science.
I hate that. Don't tell me you wish something you could just do, don't tell me you wish things hadn't worked out this way when they worked out this way because you acted like an ass with poor judgement.
Wishing for something entirely within your control is for pussies.
*It made me feel like calling up my ex, who was adamant about me not knitting in public, to tell him to stick it.