I wish that life would only kick the shit out of you when you’re young, have more energy, and are more in need of lessons.
I wish that I was smart enough to realize that life already did, but I just didn’t get it the first time around.
I wish that customers wouldn’t be so damn picky about how I plan to spend their money.
I wish I knew where all that money went.
I wish that I had time to research all the stupid things people do for their god.
I wish that I had time to make a list of all the stupid things.
I wish I’d started my list by going to this tree wedding.
I wish that my flight over had been this flight.
I wish that The Other would stop giving me the details of her obsession with meaningless gifts.
Watching American Splendor last night, I wish that when I’d seen Harvey Pekar on Letterman back in the 80’s, I’d been a bit more astute.
Do we settle into life or does life settle into us? I wish it was more clear.
I wish lots and lots of people, hundreds of thousands, would hear what was in my head and want more.
If this happens, I will wish that they leave me alone.
I wish that seeing my best friends didn’t involve changing planes in Denver or Dallas.
I wish that I change planes next month so I can wrap my arms around those big ugly guys.
I wish that work will resume on the book.
If I think about my daughter, I wish I would have done everything different.
If I think about my twenties, I wish I would have been braver.
If I think about my thirties, I wish I would have been honest.
If I think about my forties, I wish I would be braver.
If I think about my fifties, I wish they will not be a repeat of anything that has happened before.
If I think about my day today, I wish that it would never end.
No, better yet, if I think about my day today, I wish that it would get started.
Maybe then I could get everything done that needs done-ing.