That thing I’d like to do. What it would be like. I think it would be sort of like turning out the lights when you leave a room, except you could never turn them back on again. Unless you had super God-like powers or something. But there is no God and no magic. So…yeah. It’s so trippy to think about. When someone decides to do this thing, that’s real power. I don’t know if I’ll ever have the guts to do it. I’d sure like to, though. I know I don’t want the life my parents want for me. They want me to go to college, but I think what they hope happens in the end is I marry some upwardly mobile dude and raise a pack of brats in the suburbs. If it was good enough for Mommy dearest, then it’s good enough for me, right? They’ve got some disappointment coming their way, I can tell you that. MORE disappointment, I mean. LOL. Ha. They think all my “troubles” are part of a normal rebellion phase. They have no idea. NONE. I hope to truly horrify them someday. To SHATTER them.
