Life Goals
One time, as an 8-year old, I decided I would be a baseball bat.
I resolved to improve my handwriting.
(This never panned out.)
I knew a lot of facts.
(Can’t argue with anything here.)
I was good to animals.
Candy was good.
(But a lot!!! of candy was better.)
I could see the future.
(Elon Musk who?)
I… uh… wait what? 2082??
I had poor taste in restaurants.
I was a good kid.
…But still always conniving ways to try to get out of school.
(To be fair: This experience was really traumatic.)
I knew how to manage money.
(And not to waste my life counting it.)
And I liked my family a whole lot.
