Another day, another choice thanks to BlogHer, who asked me if I’d rather have one less hour with someone I disliked or one more hour with someone I liked.
It didn’t even take a moment to decide: I’d take an extra hour with any of the many people I care about if given the chance. I’d fly to see my married high school buddy down South and giggle about how dorky we were in junior high. I’d pay for Blizzards for my best friend and me to gobble down while swapping stories and sharing fears and fears. I’d sleep on air mattress again in New Hampshire to be able to spend an hour with my sweet nursing buddy again. I’d even kill a spider for my old roommate if it meant we could spend an hour rocking out and displaying our best air guitar moves.
I’d hate to use my wish on removing painful memories at the expense of making new ones. So many people I love are all over the country and the world, and any extra moment with them could erase hours of bad moments in an instant.
End sappy monologue. Sorry, I couldn’t quite pull out the humor on this one. One too many listens to “I’ll Be Home for Christmas,” I guess. Le sigh.