Sometimes things don’t always go my way. Sometimes I don’t sleep so well. Sometimes, I just want to escape.Sometimes…
I dream of being somebody else.
I don’t mean that I want to take on the personality and trappings of another person full-time like a crazy person.
But maybe just take a few minutes once in awhile and take a brief, mini-mental vacation by dreaming that I am somebody else.
But who would I want to be?
Well, the Virgin Mary comes to mind. I mean she’s the Queen Bee of all things. Of course, there’s that whole virgin thing. And, I think riding around on a donkey would give me hemorrhoids, and make my ass fat.
Joan of Arc was cool (pun intended). Strength, courage, bravery. I don’t know if I want to be torched though. I like it hot, but only if there’s a pool and open bar nearby.
I guess I could be a sexy Rock n Roll singer adored by all. However, while adoration is good, the constant travel would be a pain the butt.
Plus, the heat of the spotlights would make my make-up run all over my face. Not good.
Hmmmm. I just don’t know.
How about owning a chain of Subway Restaurants? I could fire all of the stupid people who work there. But even that has its drawbacks.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a good Subway sandwich, but do I want to come home every night smelling like oil, vinegar, and hours old meatballs?
Plus there is a chance I may run into that creepy Jared guy. I don’t see that as a perk.
I guess, instead of being somebody else, that I should just think about how I can make my life into what I want it to be.
In fact, just posting this, kinda made me feel like somebody else. And while, it’s fun daydreaming, it is more satisfying going to bed at night, knowing that while my life may not be all I want it to be, I can make that happen.
And when I do, I will have accomplished something much more challenging than choosing between Queen Elizabeth II and Queen Latifah.
For now, I’ll choose to be Jahooni…
