When you're feeling uninspired, it's always good when you are inspired by someone else in the blogosphere. Like when Agent Elle blogged about her superpowers a few weeks back, I said back then I wanted to write a post based on her post.
Mainly the superpowers I MYSELF would love to possess . . .
There are a couple admittedly. The ability to fly would be good (like a bird, not ON a plane). As would being able to time-travel. Invisibility? Yeah, within reason (there's certain scenarios I would probably not want to stumble across . . . I don't even want to think about what these are . . . )
But the main power I would like???
The ability to read minds.
Think Mel Gibson's ability in "What Women Want" but swapped to the male of the species.
Think how much easier my life would be . . .
I would understand why certain guys treated me the way they did.
I wouldn't have to worry about whether a guy I liked fancied me back. I could find out easily, just by reading his mind. Interested? I could make a move or incite HIM to make the move first, playing against his own feelings and forcing him into my very own pleasurable form of "Check-mate". Indecisive? I could find out WHY, and work him around (if I so desired). Completely UNinterested??? I could try to accept it and move on.
I would be able to see the inward reaction to each one of my moves. The outer appearance can be misleading . . . I would see to the very core.
I'd be able to read the nuances in each and every comment made, the meaning of each and every syllable sent via email, or text. I'd know the exact meaning . . . of everything.
It would be FABULOUS.
Or would it . . .?
I'd like to think it would be. It certainly would be the easy way out.
But ultimately . . . I guess it would make life faaaarrrr less interesting.
Because isn't part of the fun the guessing???
The taking the risk???
Maybe having superpowers isn't all it's cracked up to be . . .