I have decided to enter the Daily Post Weekly Challenge. Here is a link if you are interested also! My entry follows.
So there really are other people like me! Grammar and spelling mistakes really annoy me. They annoy my son too, but I just thought that he got it from me, sort of hereditary. I come from good English teacher stock. I edit the newspaper as I read and find it sad that journalists and the editors are so bad at grammar and spelling. I know that I am guilty of mistakes. Usually, I know about them, but am just too lazy to go back and correct them, unless it’s glaringly obvious. I wish I were less picky about things like this. It would save me a lot of frustration. Why do I need to worry about other people’s mistakes? Well, maybe not. Some of them are kind of funny. I love the segment on newspaper headlines that Jay Leno used to do; or was it David Letterman? I don’t know because I am not up that late anymore.
I wish I were more confident. Whenever someone has a criticism about something, I always start applying it to myself. For example, I read a blog that was all about bad or ugly fonts. Guess what one of them was…that’s right, Comic Sans, which is the one you happen to be reading right now. I immediately started looking at fonts, trying to find a different one that I liked and wondering what was wrong with me for liking this one. I decided that nothing is wrong with me, I just have different taste. If I had been more confident, maybe I wouldn’t have explored the different fonts. Ok, I would have because I am naturally curious. Lacking a little in confidence does have it’s advantages though. It causes me to be extra diligent and I always find people who are willing to share some good tips. So, maybe I don’t wish I were more confident.
I wish I were more creative. Sometimes I have a hard time coming up with ideas for projects or solutions to problems. It leads me to look online and talk to friends to get ideas. Usually, an idea or solution is not exactly what I’m looking for, so I adapt it to my own needs or whims. Quite often, I come up with several adaptations or solutions…in the middle of the night. Perhaps, I don’t wish I were more creative. I probably wouldn’t be able to sleep at all and people would start calling me for ideas. Oh wait, they already do. I call them friends.
I wish I were famous. Famous people get to meet other famous people, and get fancy clothes, and drive fancy cars. Everyone knows who they are, and everyone wants to be their friend. Should friend have an s? There’s that grammar thing. Not going to look it up. You can figure it out. Squirrel. Back to being famous. Everyone wants to be your friend and occupy your time when you are famous and your picture ends up all over the world. Hmmm…maybe I don’t wish I were famous. My clothes and vehicles are functional for ME and I really treasure my privacy and quiet time. Also, my one best friend is enough for me.
I wish I were part of a bigger family. Forget that. My family stretches around the world, and I can’t even keep up with all of them as it is. I definitely do not wish I were part of a bigger family. Huge is big enough for me!
I wish I were more satisfied with myself. I am always trying to find ways to change or improve myself. Wait…what’s wrong with that? I guess if I were more satisfied with myself, I would become stagnant and boring. That would not be good.
Well, I guess I do not wish I were. Apparently, I like myself just the way I am.