I'm Baaaack!

<p>I don’t know about you, but the older I get, the better I like the idea of a “do over”—meaning, after the curtain falls on this life, I get to come back and try again. Somewhat sheepishly, I’ll admit that I’ve done a bit of thinking on this, and have come up with a “design” for my next incarnation.</p>

<p>Assuming that I’d come back as a human being, and not a Ring-Tailed Sloth, or a Blue Whale, I’d definitely want to be female. I rather like being a girl—think I’m rather good at it. Plus, I think testosterone is a dangerous substance that is at the root of approx. 3/4 of the world’s ills (saying this only slightly tongue-in-cheek, she ducks as flaming arrows go whizzing past :D). </p>

<p>I’d also want to grow up to be a drop-dead gorgeous Asian woman with an incisive intelligence, an astonishing wit, and artistic genius. However, I would not want to be Asian if the country I’m born in oppresses Asian women. In that case, I’d want to be born into whichever race has the political upper hand. I’ve had a lifetime being designated as “other”. I want the default status of unquestioned legitimacy. </p>

<p>I’d also like to be psychic (I think…:rolleyes:). </p>

<p>Born into wealth, but with a healthy social conscience would be about right. </p>

<p>Being born in the U.S. is NOT a prerequisite. A politically stable, somewhat prosperous, socially enlightened country would be optimum. How does Switzerland treat its Asian population? </p>

<p>Oh, and really small feet would be an imperative. A nice size 6 (not too small, not anywhere near the 10s I currently have. There are other items on my wish list, but I can’t think of them just now.</p>

<p>What about you, my fellow CCers? This is just a fantasy thread—you know, for the fun of it. Design your next life. ;)</p>

<p>I have two fantasy lives which both involve travelling back in time. </p>

<p>In the first, I’m an a female archaeologist on a dig in Egypt. I beat Howard Carter to the discovey of King Tut’s tomb! </p>

<p>In the second, I’m a poet and a painter in 19th century France. Monet and Baudelaire steal their ideas from me! (Just to be clear, however, I am not the one who gives Manet syphillis. Though, perhaps, Rimbaud has an affair with me rather than Verlaine–but Verlaine does not shoot me in a jealous rage…aaah, it’s fun to have a fantasy life!) </p>

<p>My D would also prefer smaller feet–hers are actually larger than yours–and she’d like to be shorter! I think she’d really like to found a utopia that actually works–now that’s a fantasy!</p>

<p>poet: You are also back from a long vacation (it seems that way). Welcome back</p>

<p>In my next life – I’d look like Michelle Phiffer… have Einstein’s brain… sing like Judy Garland… have Groucho Marx’s sense of humor… and have bought Apple stock on day 1.</p>

<p>In my next life I would like to come back poor. Same abilities, same personality, same intellect, same body. Just poor. Born to a poor family who nevertheless still has my family’s attributes, intense, intellectual, articulate, neurotic, loving, close. </p>

<p>That way I would know if what I have achieved was due to my abilities or my background.</p>

<p>But it brings up the question of whether I could have had my same skills and abilities without that background. Hence my wish.</p>

<p>Kind of like The Glass Castle?</p>

<p>I’d come back as Paris Hilton. I think I could do a better job of the position.</p>

<p>Eeek. Had never heard of that book. Just looked it up on Amazon. Nah, don’t want the dumpsters and the alcoholism. But, like I said, it is quite possible that what is neurosis in a family with a safety net is delusion delirium when the net is removed.</p>

<p>I like to think not. In this case. I like to think that the emotional health, such as it is, would remain as is.</p>

<p>I’ve thought that coming back as a philanthropist would be a nice gig.</p>

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One should be careful about juxtaposing “Paris Hilton” and the word “position.”</p>

<p>I am pretty happy with this life…but I often joke how I will marry for money in my next life…I used to say my next hubby will be a sailor, as I get older, I think a chiropractor or masseuse (sp?) would be a nice choice…</p>

<p>I can’t complain about my life, but I wish I had more money … money for travel, money to take the pressure off the tuition e-bills… </p>

<p>I don’t want jewels or “help” as much as I would like to travel more and be able to be more generous…I like supporting good causes…I like finding a great gift for someone…I like helping others… </p>

<p>I wish I had paid more attention to history when younger… until David McCullough and John Adams, I was just never interested…so I have a pent-up desire to be smarter and wiser about history and politics…and some of that is because I am concerned about the future…and wish I had the benefit of hindsight to understand some of the forces at play in the world these days…</p>

<p>In my next life, I hope for a sister…and I would like my parents to live longer lives… there are sooo many things I wish I could talk with my dad about that I had not yet started to experience when he died suddenly of a massive heart attack…I was not engaged/married/a mom of 2 boys etc … I just had my college roomate and her hubby and kids here for a few days visit and I guess I find myself feeling a bit sad that, while only 5 hrs apart, we are still 5 hrs apart and daily life keeps us from seeing more of each other. We have 1-2 or even 3 visits a year…and have for over 30 yrs…but, those old friends are golden friends… </p>

<p>And I wish I could meet Abraham Lincoln or someone of his ilk…because he is a hero to me… </p>

<p>And finally, I have an urge to write, but I don’t have any ability… so I read and read and read… </p>

<p>So, not certain that I have designed my next life, rather, just identified a few things I wish were different for this life!! My kids don’t have significant others yet, but certainly the prospects of daughters-in-law and grandbabies are fun to muse on…but they still seem far off…</p>

<p>Next life, I just want to be able to carry a tune.</p>

<p>I do sing in the car!! but never when anyone else is around…was at a funeral yesterday, the gal who sang Ave Maria did a wonderful job… such a clear, lovely voice… highlight of the service cept for the reading of 1 daughter-in-law’s letter written to the mother-in-law as she was dying… very loving…</p>

<p>I’m the only musically-challenged member of my family :frowning: but it doesn’t stop me from singing even when they try to hush me up. (Be grateful there’s no audio on CC!) I think it’s my family’s fantasy that I would’ve been born mute!</p>

<p>Yeah - singing. If there’s one thing in life I regret not having been blessed with, it’s that talent. I don’t mind the bad eyes, bad feet, bad back, thinning hair, unreliable memory, etc. etc. etc., but just to be able to sing (and have it sound good) would be a true boon.</p>

<p>You mean we have to do this AGAIN??? Once is enough, please. :eek:</p>