Don't blow your wish on something stupid.
There’s too many rules in the wish business.
Throughout life, people tell you to make a wish during all sorts of occasions, but there’s always strings attached.
You can make a wish when you blow out candles, but only birthday candles (and you only get one wish no matter how many candles there are.)
What about the people who light the candles? They’re doing all the hard labor in that situation. They’re the ones who are making the wish possible. But they don’t mean anything unless it’s their birthday too.
You get to make a wish when you throw a penny into a well, but if you throw a candy bar wrapper into an ocean, you could get arrested. That candy bar cost about 75 pennies. Why isn’t it good for 75 wishes?
My brain: "Think of something quick, Tia! They're almost done with the Birthday Song!"
I used to feel stress when someone asked me to make a wish. It better be good, I’d tell myself.
If I did manage to think of something really good, it was probably something that could never come true anyway (like unlimited wishes for the rest of my life.)
Then, I’d have the burden of keeping it to myself so that “it comes true.” If it didn’t, I’d have to figure out how it got leaked to the Wish God or whoever is keeping track of spilled secrets.
Then one day I came up with the best wish in the world: Cookies.
It’s a simple bridge to happiness. You can get them at any grocery store, bakery, gas station. I’ve even seen people selling cookies outside of a post office.
Plus, I can let the world know what my wish is because it’s attainable. No one can tell me that because I divulged the secret of my wish that I can’t get it. I’m an adult. I can have a cookie pretty much whenever I want.
I figure that if I wish for cookies and it doesn’t come true then it’s my own fault. If I wanted them bad enough, I’d get them.
So, there you have it. I beat the system. Cookies are the perfect wish.
Look at all my wishes!
