I also want a pony.
September 28th, 2004 | by Scott Jennings |Is it just me, or do we live in a very wish-driven society? I don’t know, it just seems like every time I turn around, it’s time to make another wish. I see a fountain or a well, I drop a coin in, I make a wish. I see a shooting star, I make a wish. I blow out some candles, I make a wish.
If that were all, I’d say fine, that’s plenty of wishing, maybe one wish a month on that schedule. But oh no, fella, there’s more wishes to be had: if you look at a digital clock and the readout is your birthday, there’s another wish. If an eyelash falls off, you’re obligated to blow it away and make a wish. Some people eat their pie backwards, starting at the crust and moving towards the tip, and make a wish on that last bite. That seems horrifyingly excessive. Hell, apparently you can get a wish on the first regular-type star you see on any given night — a guaranteed wish, provided you don’t live in an urban or light-polluted area.
It’s not hard to find yourself making several wishes a day on this accelerated schedule, and that’s just exhausting. How many wishes do you need? I have one. Exactly one. And when I’m called upon to make a wish, be it when I’m constructing a teddy bear or having my face combed for errant eyelashes, I make the same wish every time, and then I look up and watch it come true.
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