Write about a time you wanted to disappear..
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Horrible to admit – but admit it I must: the only times I have ever wanted to disappear are when I wanted to spy on someone or some situation in order to find out what happens next.
You see, by disappearing I assume I become invisible.
{If I am wrong kindly disregard this entire post.}
Invisibility would be a lovely accomplishment to have.
Because, Dear Reader, I am an incorrigible, totally tenacious, rather obsessive, snoop; with absolutely not one whit of conscious whatsoever.
And proud of it.
My husband proclaims I am nosey. I prefer to call it a healthy interest in human nature.
Were I to develop the habit of being able to disappear (thus becoming invisible) I would use said talent for the benefit and goodness of humankind.
{No really.}
I would slip change into the pockets of those in need, I would switch the prices on much needed, yet outrageously overpriced items such as pharmaceuticals, baby formula, Belgian chocolate, and gas.
{At the moment I have no idea how I would accomplish this; but accomplish it I would}.
I would find out things: Such as what the true story is on the JFK assassination, what’s really in Area 51 in Nevada, and what McDonalds actually puts into their meat.
Then I would proceed to tell the world.
Under a super-secret, superhero persona of course.
It would be most interesting,
Don’t you think?
