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This comic was inspired by an experience I had a few night ago. I was pulling into the parking lot of Safeway when I saw one of those gratuitously bright shooting stars. I tried to think of a really good wish, but the shooting star had surprised me and I didn't really have any good wishes on deck, so I wished for the first semi-intelligible thing that came to mind: for the rest of my life to be totally awesome.
As soon as that ham-fisted jumble of words left my mouth, I immediately started thinking of all the ways my wish could backfire and how the phrase "I wish that the rest of my life is totally awesome" could be misinterpreted and taken out of context and turned around to cause me great misery. I silently berated myself for not choosing my words more carefully. I could have used this opportunity to secure a bright and wonderful future for myself, but no, I was stupid and just blurted out the first dumb thing to barge into my head and I'd wasted my wish and possibly also earned myself an untimely death or a crippling brain injury.
Then I realized that I was sitting in a Safeway parking lot, consumed by anxiety over whether some fictional being that grants wishes was going to screw me out of my wish through a technical loophole involving death, brain damage or prolonged unconsciousness.
It made me feel slightly uncomfortable that I'm the person making all the decisions about my life.
From today's Hyperbole and a Half. I post this because I had an almost verbatim experience on Friday night (must be the tail end of Perseids) heading out to the car after forgetting my leftover carbonara in my back seat. A meteorite streaked across the sky and I was all like "HO SHIT UM UM UM [$wish]! Only make it not suck and stuff!" And then was promptly ashamed of/amused at myself.
Listening to "F**k You" on loop today. I think we finally found something to burn the Scott Pilgrim soundtrack out of my brain. Man, thinking about the next week makes me want to bury my head under my bed and not come out again until the damn move is over. I'm gonna need good music to get through it.
As soon as that ham-fisted jumble of words left my mouth, I immediately started thinking of all the ways my wish could backfire and how the phrase "I wish that the rest of my life is totally awesome" could be misinterpreted and taken out of context and turned around to cause me great misery. I silently berated myself for not choosing my words more carefully. I could have used this opportunity to secure a bright and wonderful future for myself, but no, I was stupid and just blurted out the first dumb thing to barge into my head and I'd wasted my wish and possibly also earned myself an untimely death or a crippling brain injury.
Then I realized that I was sitting in a Safeway parking lot, consumed by anxiety over whether some fictional being that grants wishes was going to screw me out of my wish through a technical loophole involving death, brain damage or prolonged unconsciousness.
It made me feel slightly uncomfortable that I'm the person making all the decisions about my life.
From today's Hyperbole and a Half. I post this because I had an almost verbatim experience on Friday night (must be the tail end of Perseids) heading out to the car after forgetting my leftover carbonara in my back seat. A meteorite streaked across the sky and I was all like "HO SHIT UM UM UM [$wish]! Only make it not suck and stuff!" And then was promptly ashamed of/amused at myself.
Listening to "F**k You" on loop today. I think we finally found something to burn the Scott Pilgrim soundtrack out of my brain. Man, thinking about the next week makes me want to bury my head under my bed and not come out again until the damn move is over. I'm gonna need good music to get through it.
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