I wish I were a pink flamingo

For some reason, we all wish we were something we’re not. When it becomes “I wish I were skinnier/richer/more like her/less like this” it’s not good. But when you let your imagination run away with “I wish I were…” it can be quite interesting to see what comes up.

I wish I were in Hawaii so I could do the hula. Grass skirts. Coconuts. Need I say more?

I wish I were a superhero so I could fly to the yoga studio instead of driving. Also, I would like those claw-things like Wolverine. And I would be indestructable like the cheerleader in Heros, or like Hancock. No sense being a superhero if you can’t have it all. And a cape, I want a cape. A pink one. With sparkles.

I wish I were a book. I love books. Think of all the wonderful things people say about books. Amazing! Beautiful! Interesting! Well written! ok, maybe that last one doesn’t work.

I wish I were a pink flamingo. They’re pink. They are graceful and look like tightrope walkers. They live in groups of pinkness and they eat lots of shrimp. I don’t like shrimp, but maybe I could be a vegetarian flamingo and eat pink cupcakes and pink peanut butter or something?

I wish I were seven years old. Children have so much imagination. They make up animals and create worlds where fairies and birds talk to each other. They write pages and pages of stories like “The adventures of Manon the giraffe” (that’s me). They don’t have writer’s block, they have ideas by the dozen.

I wish I were a giraffe. They’re my most favourite animal ever. They’re so unique and they never need to ask for help to get something off the top shelf. They have a blue tongue. And horns. So cool.

I wish I were a cake tester at the bakery. This needs no explanation.

I wish I were an astronaut. I could drink Tang and eat freeze dried spaghetti. Plus, imagine how much more effective wishing on a star would be. I wonder if astronauts get everything they wish for?

I wish I were a cloud. People see different shapes when they look at you. You block out the sun on a hot day. You’re always different. You have so many cool names like cummulus and¬†snuffulaffagus. And, Care Bears!

This post was written in response to the weekly writing challenge at WordPress.com. This week’s prompt was I wish I were…

What do you wish you were?

Are blue books sad?

I have a lot of blue books. Really, I have a lot of books, but it seems like a lot of them are blue. I put them all together and it made me wonder, are blue books sad? Now, I regularly ask myself silly (or brilliant, depending on how you look at it) questions like this, but I rarely find an answer. Shocking, I know.

I think, amongst themselves, books probably have stereotypes based on colour, just like people do. This is what I think they think.

Blue books : They’re sad and mopey. They cry a lot.

Pink books: They’re bubbly and flirty and kind of flaky. They say things like “Aren’t dolphins beautiful?”

Yellow books: They’re happy and have a positive attitude. They encourage the other books to get out and enjoy the sunshine on their pages.

Black books: They’re dark and creepy. They hide in the shadows and scare the other books, especially the pink ones.

Grey books: They’re twisted. They enjoy leather book marks.

Orange books: They’re hyperactive and drive the other books nuts with their crazy ideas and plans.

Green books: They’re, you know, green. They recycle and smoke pot and play guitar.

Red books: They’re always angry. Nobody knows why, because all the other books stay away from them.

White books: They’re very sweet, but also kind of boring. They like marshmallows.

Purple books: They’re very moody. The green books have suggested they take up yoga, but they get depressed if the corners of their pages get folded.

In an attempt to check if these stereotypes were based on fact or fiction, I asked my books.

And there you have it, the books have spoken!

This post is a little different from what I normally write, but I was inspired by this week’s weekly writing challenge. The theme was “A splash of color”. Hope you enjoyed my splash!