🤦🏻♀️ Do you ever hate someone so much, you literally wish they could just die, right there and there?
Yikes, you don’t want to be wishing someone’s demise.
🤦🏻♀️ Why wouldn’t I? If I hate them so much, I really wouldn’t be crying when they’re gone.
So, presumably we encounter a genie right now, and the genie asked you for a wish, you would wish for someone’s demise? And this someone is someone that you hate?
🤦🏻♀️ Well.. maybe? Depends on how many wishes I get. If I only get one, then I’d probably be wishing for something else.
You’re seriously thinking to wish someone’s demise?
🤦🏻♀️ Damn it. It’s not like it’s a surprising thing. It’s not like I wished for my worst enemy to win the lottery. That, my dear, would be surprising.
Yeah, also unlikely to happen.
🤦🏻♀️ As unlikely as we would encounter a genie, I suppose.
Do you really would ask for someone’s demise if you met a genie, though? For real?
🤦🏻♀️ Of course not, because let’s get real here. If ever I met a genie, and surely no real genie would look like that genie from Aladdin, I would have runaway because that surely is too scary for my fragile heart.
Okay, let’s assume the genie is like the one in Aladdin, would you still be asking for that?
🤦🏻♀️ Why are you so hung up on that? I don’t know, but I am considering the possibility of that. Assuming the genie is not going to judge me for my wish, and there are no spillover from my wish, then maybe, emphasis on the maybe, I would wish for someone’s demise.
🤦🏻♀️ Because I’m only human? And I am not immune to the prospect of vengeance with no repercussion.
I am incredibly glad we haven’t met a genie yet, because I shudder imagining what you would have done. I really do.
A conversation with oneself in response to the Daily Post writing prompt, genie.