(In a rush and this is what comes out of my head?)
Who doesn't have them? If you're human, they are a part of life. Down on money? Briefly entertain the thought of being a dashing thirties bank-robber. Break up? Contemplate eating the entire pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Shopping and see a sale on shirts? Wonder if the deal is too good to be true, even if you never looked good in a grass-green empire-waisted square-necked chunky sweater.
Now you're a round, green girl on the lam from the law.
Was it worth it?
Of course not. That's why we don't act on most of our impulses. Our lightning cravings. Our urges to risk our predictable wants for more uncharacteristic inclinations.
Want to hear some of mine?
(Because I don't want to write about anything that I might want to write about tomorrow.)
I want to get PRINCESS tattooed across my knuckles. PRIN on one hand, CESS on the other.
I want to spend a thousand dollars on pottery.
I want to lose whole days sitting up in my glass room not writing but drawing. Never mind that I am between glass rooms.
I want to dye my hair black.
I want to rock in a hammock on a beach outside of Road Town drunk on white wine and read an entire book in a day.
I want to put everything we own in boxes and drive until the weather won't fall below zero. There we will unpack our boxes and remain forever.
I want a spell that brings the dead back to life.
So I could be a zombie-loving, introverted, heavily-tattooed and almost-broke goth girl looking for warmth or I could....
Oh, wait a second here.