In Friday's post, I related my girlhood skill-granting-genie fantasies, and you replied in droves (OK, two dozens) sharing the magical, instant talents for which you pine.
The results, my friends, are illuminating and entertaining:
Just like me, over half of you wished for the ability to sing, sing out, and sing well. (Though no one else referenced a Wilson, nor a Philips. Good on you.) This just confirms my suspicions that everyone sings in the shower and concocts elaborate rockstar-diva fantasies and tortures their loved ones with showtunes.
The other biggie was Olympic-level abilities in just about any field: ice-skating, skiing, running, hair styling. Like many of you mentioned, I think this speaks to a universal childhood fear of being picked last for teams. Plus, I just know that every last one of you, even those with no athletic ability whatsoever, has imagined being on that Olympic gold medal podium, tearing prettily, hand over heart, listening to your national anthem. I know I have. And do you know what my national anthem is? "St. Elmo's Fire", baby.
And, this is so sweet, but third place was ballerina/dancer. Which is so charming and sort of girlish that I'm not even going to poke fun. (Although, I must point out that Ms. Farklepants lamented not being a ballerina because she was "too tall" and her boobs were "too big." I'm pretty sure lots of people would gladly ask the genie for her particular "skill set.")
Some other votes, in no particular order:
Marrying River Phoenix (Rima! Not a skill!)
Writing the Great American Novel
Playing the Violin
Playing the Piano
Being Delightfully Gaunt
Being a Jedi Master (Aaaand, Veronica takes the gold in Olympic Nerding. Love it.)
Just for the sake of balanced sampling, I asked Roomba which talent or skill he would choose. And, though he said nothing and just sipped his tea knowingly, I'm pretty sure he was thinking, "Pirating. Definitely pirating."
Even little red robots have pretty big dreams. Yar.