A few years ago I felt kinda lame whenever I had to “make a wish” blowing out birthday candles or whatnot and the only thing I could think of under pressure was “world peace”.
Since then, I’ve kept a wish ready to blurt out if I ever see a falling star or toss a coin into a fountain etc
For me, it’s sending my mind, with all my current knowledge and experience, back in time into my body at the moment I graduated high school, so I could re-live my life with more confidence, less anxiety and get straight into doing the cool bits of my life much earlier.
What would be your “back pocket wish”?
That I had a wallet with exact change every time I opened it. Dinner? My treat, you tip. You need groceries? Give me the list. The lady in front of me at the dentist that can’t get more care till her bill is paid? Is cash OK?
“For chick pants to have dude pants pockets”
You’re a hero the world needs right now.
They make those. They are just dude pants.
Apparently those who wear tight fitting chick pants prefer not having lines from pockets or undies or whatever.
If you want a middle ground, look to athletic brands built for climbers.
There is a discernable difference in the cut of pants, notably among the hips, that make this a non-option for some. Pockets shouldn’t come with the cost of looking like you’re wearing a sack of potatoes, lol.
The masses have chosen, non potato ass in return for no pockets.
As long as I’m happy in the moment, I wish for “more of this” because I’m usually having a good time and with people I love.
Wow that’s a good one
What would be your “back pocket wish”?
That nobody is guilt tripped into making wishes on their birthday to satisfy social norms.
Check mate atheists.
“Oh, that was easy,” says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing.”
How has that got anything to do with religion?
sigh
Not everything on the internet is meant to be taken seriously 🙄.
Sure bud
I love yours, and have one almost identical to it. But it’s probably not one I would share with say, coworkers or casual friends. I have a “public and plausible” wish in addition to the fantastic and semi-private one. My public and plausible wish is usually that our lotto pool at work finally hits all the numbers. Considering the odds of that happening, it’s damned unlikely, but at least it’s theoretically possible. So maybe I should call it my “public and barely plausible wish”.
I’ve always wished for Scarlett Johanssen, naked, to appear at the front door. It’s yet to happen.
One of my buddies thinks she’s plain / unattractive. Love the guy, but he’s a complete idiot in this regard.
No I’m isn’t
You didn’t specify when. She will show up when she is elderly and in poor health. She’ll knock on your door, then pass away.
I mean, that doesn’t rule anything out…
Since I was a kid, I settled on “$100 million.” Simple. Enough to get you through life, but not being too greedy. Yet it’s still never come true, so I’m beginning to think wishing on stars, candles, wells, etc… might sadly be bullshit.
I remember when I was around 12 or 13 I’d always say my wish would be to get 1 billion dollars per second, for the rest of my life, and that no one, including the government, would ever be suspicious of it
You shouldn’t feel pressured into making a wish.
I wish it was that simple.
Blowjobs
Yeah dude. Chicks dig guys with a back pocket wish.
Health, happiness, and security for my kids.
Just to know that I’ll be ok, I have a lot of chronic anxieties about the long picture future
Here’s your monkey’s paw.
Time goes on, and you overcome a lot of those anxieties with age. You get married, start a great job, buy a house, have a couple kids, and generally start feeling comfortable with life.
Then in a flash you are back in your high school head, knowing that no matter what you do, you’ll never get the mix of circumstances just right to do it again, which means at best your kids cease to exist and at worst, you lose everything that gave your life meaning. And you can’t share that pain with anyone. And on top of that, you’re now mentally a 45-year-old in a teenagers body, and rather than feeling attraction to your peers, they now look like children to you. You’re full of confidence, but any attempt to use that confidence feels like taking advantage of a child (even though you are physically the same age).
I think of that, because your wish is a horror story for me. Whenever it’s brought up, I think no amount of getting in on the ground floor of k-cups stock or bitcoin, no preventing catastrophes, nothing I could do would make me feel it was worth losing my kids. And worse, making them never exist.
By the way, mine is “I wish for a blowjob.” I’ve got what I need. But I’ll always take a blow job (FROM MY WIFE, TO BE CLEAR).
I used to always want this wish until I adopted a dog under very specific circumstances (We were coming back from the mall and the car in front of us ran over him and kept going, we stopped, grabbed him and took him to the vet). Since then I always think that if I ever get to ask this wish it needs to be back to a moment where I had already rescued him, otherwise those very specific conditions might never happen. So I can completely understand someone with kids thinking the same way, that is a LOT more impossible to match the conditions.
That’s not a monkey’s paw, that’s just… sad.
Invulnerability. To age, sickness, death, anything that could physically harm me. I want to live forever.
Or barring that, telekinesis.
I just picture you floating in an endless void 100 billion years after entropy has moved every single subatomic particle away from each other. Somehow you have been sustained. The last sophisticated entity in the universe. Your billions of years of loneliness have already driven you to the point of insanity, enlightenment, insanity again, and finally a state of which no one could imagine. Because you don’t consume food or water, you’re in a perpetual state of hunger and thirst. You don’t feel harmed, but you do feel peckish all the time. You could do with a draught. Your wish didn’t allow for pain “thank God”, you think.
And Cryophilia said, “LET THERE BE LIGHT!”
And there was light –
That’s exactly what I thought of while reading that answer.
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Skill issue
The problem is that they didn’t want to pay dreamhost for a certificate. So https doesn’t work. You need to use http://www.thelastquestion.net
Except for some reason Jerboa (the client that I use) obstinately rewrites that to use https.
I wish I had a one car garage, in which any car I can think of would appear. I can drive it as long as I want, and park it back into the magic garage. I close the door. I think of a different car, open the door, and boom, there’s that car.
No storage, no insurance, every car is always fully charged or fully fueled. Bikes, trucks, anything that fits in a normal garage. (No limos, tanks, battleships)
Edit, hmm, this one is not so simple. Seems a one-liner would be better for a quick response
I wish that when I die someone cremated me and blasts my ashes off into space
I wish for ten more wishes.
