Tuesday, April 8, 2014

While She Wishes, He Wonders

She was at the retail store trying on clothes and looking at herself in the mirror and was wishing she was buying a mirror instead.

He was walking in the woods and enjoying the peace and quiet, the fresh air, the escape into nature and he wondered if now was a good time to start smoking cigars as he was trying to add distinguished to his list of personality descriptors.

She was chopping onions and tomatoes, making gazpacho, wishing she had the chutzpah to explore the wonderful world of bisques.

He sat by himself on a smooth rock on top of a local mountain so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he barely noticed the amazing panoramic views and he wondered if he should be as concerned as he was about how the rock got so smooth.

She was trying to decide what present to ask Santa for Christmas and she wished that just once she could be the present.

He was jumping down the street attempting to solve quadratic formulas while he jumped and he wondered if anyone else on earth was doing the same exact thing he was doing right now and if the two of them were to meet by some stroke of luck that maybe they would become the bestest of friends, always together and they would spend rainy afternoons huddled together under the big oak tree.

She lay on the beach in her new bathing suit enjoying the sun as screaming kids ran around in the water and she wished that she could gather all of the small crabs together and direct them in a fabulous "Thriller"-style dance routine.

He spends his days speaking gibberish wondering why no one asks him over for dinner except for that odd woman at the library who only speaks in a completely unintelligible language.

She stands on the end of the 5 metre platform at the aquatic centre knees slightly quivering and she wishes that she could bend space and time or at least learn to make a grilled cheese without burning the bread.

He is called "insane" by his friends all the time and he wonders if he should start acting the part more of the time. That will show them.

She frantically and dramatically pounds on the keys of her piano for hours on end wishing that she owned an oboe.

He is being visited by friends over the weekend and he wonders why it took so long to grow a mustache of such high regard.

She only buys blue sweaters as she wishes she can pile them high on her bedroom floor making a "sea" of sweaters.

He twiddles his thumbs as he basks in the moonlight and he wonders what is the big deal with basking anyways.

She finally completes her 5000 piece jigsaw puzzle that has taken up her living room floor for the past three months and she wishes the floor would be as happy to see her as she it.

He always enjoys opening and closing the driver's side window in his car yet he wonders if he "should" enjoy it so much.

She goes shopping often and over a series of weeks and months buys 595 cans of clam chowder soup and methodically constructs a pyramid of cans in her kitchen wishing that some divine power would simultaneously open up all of the cans and that the resulting soup wave would wash her away.

He has decided to go back to school to become a doctor but he stands, paralyzed, outside the door of his first class when he wonders if the nurses and other doctors will miss him when he retires one day.

She wants to exit quietly and unceremoniously but wishes that someone had given her a pop up card. She loves things that pop up, especially inside cards.

He longs for sleep and is just about to drift away all-the-while wondering if he should purchase a new pair of sandals, but this time for the sole purpose of wearing them.

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