Things I'd like
as the year begins to close and I reminisce. a listicle from a dog with a blog
To write something in which I mention my friends like their existence is common knowledge. Jack went off to tour Europe and Filip is doing this new shoot with Maison Kitsune. Right amounts of pretentious.
Be famous, but not in a self-centered and narcissistic way (because there is a YouTube video saying that the want to be famous might come from being traumatized) but in a way that allows me to get free books pre-release.
Know poetry well enough to be the person to quote something in the middle of a dramatic to-a-supermarket car drive.
To be asked.
Good movie adaptations of novels I care about.
All the clothes I’ll never have.
All my friends and family to be pocket-sized so I can take them anywhere I go and assemble them on my bedside table like well-loved trinkets.
Trinkets.
A room that is messy but in an organized, I am Patti Smith way in “Just Kids“.
Try all the possible versions of myself and realize halfway that the current one is best.
Know flavors well enough to call wine exciting and coffee “So imagine that one friend that always has the perfect metaphor for whatever is happening in your life. Well, that’s our autumn blend right here.”
Look as good in a regular mirror as in the car window when passing by.
Look as good during the day as in the evening just before going to bed after a scorching shower.
No comparing.
A time machine.
A portal.
No cars on the road when I drive.
For all books to be as good as One Hundred Years of Solitude.
No fake stickers on books.
Have people look for me if I went missing.
To not text people first and be sure they won’t forget about me.
Post-workout dopamine rush to last longer than 2 hours.
Snow on Christmas.
Have someone to think I am mysterious.
Actually do something mysterious.
Get money from just being a nice and decent human.
No one telling me that I need to invest or do anything remotely adult.
Everyone to think I am a capable, (cool) adult.
To be as cool as a 50-year-old man with piercings and tattoos.
To be as cool as a woman in her 60s with either a BOB or a buzzcut on already grey/white hair.
Commit to taking a photo a day and then making a video out of it, posting it on the interwebs, going viral, getting a podcast deal, creating a meme coin, getting my buck, and buying land in a remote, not so remote town where they have a cinema and a cafe.
Never being asked what I listen to on a street by a guy with a microphone.
Stop daydreaming.
Never stop daydreaming.
Run a marathon and not make a deal about it.
Understand that most fit influencers online are older and had their years to be rabid.
Never go online again.
Be reasonable with my plans.
Have a fuzzy heart most of the time.
Know everything.
Know nothing and be happy about it.
Go back in time and decide early to be blissfully unaware.
A pair of jeans that fit me perfectly.
To see myself from an outside perspective.
Never see the back of my head.
A perfume that smells like a baby.
Boys to stop wearing teenage deodorants when they turn 18.
Only warm light.
For my dog to live forever (it’s her writing this).
Never listen to sad music when sad.
Have a song sent to me with this reminded me of you.
To remind myself of myself on the daily.