I wish that there was a way to quantum leap into people’s bodies
so that whenever I feel disappointed about something I could just quantum leap into the body of a parent who walks in on their son sitting on his bed with an acoustic guitar on his lap practicing in earnest his version of Hey there Delilah where he replaced the word Delilah with “Melissa” from his 4th period civics class.
Just to feel that “Oh… oh son, no…” and then be whipped back to my normal body.
Suddenly, whatever it is I was disappointed about isn’t so bad any more. I’d probably be slowly shaking my head for a week after that.
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partywok said:
i fear i will one day be that dad
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kristenambr said:
One of my friends in High School had a cousin who owned a recording studio, she he actually recorded “Hey There, Rebecca” and posted it on Facebook and tried to make everyone listen to it. We’re not really friends anymore.
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runandblogthat said:
I misread “bodies” as “boobs”. And during that brief moment, I learned something about myself.
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