I’d love to be able to read people’s minds and know what they’re thinking. Hear their thoughts. But only on certain days or in certain situations.
Not outright or 24/7 or I’d go crazy like Mel Gibson’s character in the movie from the 90’s. Just on Tuesdays and Fridays or something like that.
Otherwise, if I’m thinking of real world skills, it would be to have musical talent. To know how to play either the piano or the guitar AND to have great vocals. I love singing. But I suck at it. My voice is horrid.
I remember being a kid and standing on this floor polisher thing my Mom had, singing my heart out. Pretending I was on a stage and the end of the handle of the floor polisher was my mike. I’d love to be in front of a crowd of people belting it out.
Reality just slapped me in the face and said well you can’t read minds but you can read a room. You won’t sing to please others, you can only please yourself. It’s Monday.
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