I used to think I liked spontaneity, and in truth, it was just impatience. I would think of an idea, like it, and want to see it implemented NOW. That’s not quite the same thing as being spontaneous. Unless it’s, of course, someone spontaneously doing what I want. Or spontaneous combustion (can’t quite get enough of that one.)

I wish I was one of those people who liked surprises, but I rather enjoy predictable. I like surprises in jokes. I like plot-twists , as long as the writers don’t cheat.

I’ve always wanted to be able to go through life asking myself “what if”. I imagine that doing so would somehow make me a better person. But in truth, I have more than enough on my plate dealing with “what IS”.

One of the funniest blog stories I’ve read was along these lines. You must read What Would Happen If You Bought 25 Bottles of Nyquil?

Because I tell ya, this isn’t one of those things I would ever have known the answer to if she hadn’t gone to all the trouble to find out. Now THAT is one dedicated blogger (or one slightly off-balance human being. The line between those two things are often difficult to see.)

It just makes me shiver thinking of all the things that might happen if I actually went around asking “what if”.  Like… hmmm… what if….

What’s your “what if”?  I don’t have any. (lie)  They scare me!

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