What I want

I want to run around in circles at the park today, and hang upside down from the monkey bars. I think I will do this every day until I am 50. After that, we'll see. I want to marry a woman who wears polka dotted socks well into her 30's. A woman who writes on post-it notes and puts them on the bathroom mirror. I understand that a woman like that takes a while to find. That's cool. I'll wait. I want to live in a house that was hand painted over fifty years ago by someone who had no idea what he/she was doing. I think I could live in a house with a history like that. I want to tell people who yell that their hearts have a bad attitude. My mom used to tell me that. I'm bringing it back. I'm also bringing back saturday morning cartoons, iced tea on hot afternoons, and amateur night at your local coffee house. I'm bringing back your local coffee house. No more starbucks. I want to take the entire day off to stay in bed and write. What will I write? Poems? of course. Prayers? Why, yes. Term papers? Certainly not. Love letters? Don't be so nosy. I want to write a hundred beautiful things that no living soul will ever see, just like Emily Dickinson. I want to build a time machine so I can go back and find Emily, and marry her. I'll invent post its a hundred years before they were actually invented. Then Emily and I will be rich, and we'll be so happy that we'll never be inspired to write anything ever again, save a few post its on the bathroom mirror. The world will leave us alone and we'll be nobodies, in the most wonderful sense of the word. I want to hire a plane to fly a banner across the world that pledges my undying love...to books. Books will love me right back, in their own quiet way. I want to write a book about every horrible, traumatic experience I have ever had. I want to make it a comedy. I want my scars to become laugh lines. I don't want to be remembered when I die. I've always felt like the whole world is like a waiting room, and death? Well, remember the phrase "Your number is up?" Just like that. Death is getting called out of a crowded room. Life is a game of patience. I'm learning patience. I'm learning gratitude. I'm learning contentment. I'm learning love. I love you all. I'm grateful, I'm content, and I would be patient, but I've got all these dreams. I'm trying to be patient, but I want to marry a girl who wears polka dot socks. I don't know what's gotten into me. Maybe someone else can tell me. I like it though. I hope it stays.