A Perfect Day
“Write about your perfect day, in detail”
I don’t know why this is hard for me. But it is. Because it’s unrealistic – it’s meant to be…but I am restrained by realistic standards; I can analyze all the possible “what ifs” of my life, but what I cannot seem to do is analyze the unrealistic “what ifs” of a “perfect day”. I can’t do it. I can’t indulge in the fantasy of perfection. It’s cliche, and ultimately, irrelevant.
I hate the entire genre of questions along the lines of “if you could do or be or have anything…” – because, realistically, you can’t; like it or not, we are restricted, we all have our limitations.
So, there! Psychoanalyze that.
Me not wanting to answer the question, tells you more about me than an actual answer would.
(…as reluctant as I am to do this, I will…I’m just saying…)
I would imagine to a certain extent that the perfect day could be any number of things, an infinite number of things. I know I could not describe my perfect day, but in hindsight they do happen… This may fall into your own judgment of events which circles around to observers judging your answer or lack there of an answer. I didn’t answer your question, either.
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