Whatcha Wanta Be

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i want to be the cool guy who lives in your barn. yes. this is my newest aspiration.

i want to be the stuff that adventures are made out of. i want to be cryptic, yet compelling, i don't want to scare people away. i don't understand those who are selective with their friends i want... so many visitors. so many new ideas. i want to collect guitar tabs from each one of them.

i want to make a portfolio, be that girl, the one with those crazy ceramic pieces, all the short stories, the one who collages her collage apps and gets into every art school she wants. the girl who stays up all night, her eyes burning, drinking yogi tea while she smudges charcoal against her forehead and breathes in paint fumes. her small apartment is decorated in poetry and post its, she shares with friends, her fridge knows how to transform tofu into something delectable. the girl will have an inexhaustable supply of scented candles and pasta recipes, beta fish will swim happily next to mirrors and their colors will match the girl's moods. i want to be the girl next door, downstairs, upstairs, across the way, who has all the right books and magazines on her coffee table. the one who's plants do interesting things like try and eat large insects and snap at toxic colored fingernails.

i will be the girl who lives a midlife crisis. who seems like she is 20 something when she is 18, 30ish when she is 60 and delightfully unaged when she is 80. i'll be the lady who smokes when she wants to because she's learned enough detachment not to become addicted. at 60 i'll have more piercings than those crazy teens. i'll have a room full of butterflies, a room with canvas for walls, one with magnetic poetry scattered on the floor, and there will be bean bag chairs eeeeverywhere. i want to be the girl who's house is the place to be, who has all the best tape mixes, who can take her friends to concerts and sends them packages covered in poloroids and tabloids.

i want to be the poet on the street corner, who sells verses for a dollar each. who has a backpack full of credits, but still takes only a quarter if you've got empty pockets. i want to be the girl with eyes like a hawk who likes it when you can't read into their soul. i want to be a pilot. i want to fly. i want to be a sailor. i want to swim. i want to be immersed in mud and clay and fire, baking like i could never crack. i want to be so many things. i want to be counter culture, understood, an artist, a teenager, a good driver, curious, a fairy godmother, i want to be somebody different every day.

• I want to be you Roya ~kim

I want to be a hermit, with a lot of amazing friends... I like being some sort of geek, doing crazy cool things with my time. I feel drawen twards wisdom, and knolage, and art... so I think that is where my life will go... either that, or I will move to the suberbs, and get a minnivan.. *screams*

plain and simple

i want to be my everything

I want to be a funny old lady with long long white hair. And I'll walk around town and do odd things like start conversations with random people, and wear bright colors and skip down the sidewalk. Actually I see no reason not to do most of that now. But I still want my white hair. ~Qetyria~

I want to be wise, and kind, and caring, and never be afraid to love people. I want to always be able to show my real feelings, and stand up for myself, and show my anger. I want to dance through snowflakes, splash in oceans, and whirl around maypoles with flowers in my hair. I want to be a good, good friend. I want to be confident. Like Kathleen said, I want to go down the street starting conversations with random people and making their day a bit more magical. I want to be magical. I want to be free. ~Becky~

--- I want to be the old guy standing in the middle of a Burger King staring off into space remembering old experiences with a crooked smile. Before that, I want to be a musician, who's songs might help somebody get through a hard time, or click into place some emotion they couldn't grasp, and somebody else jump up and down. Before that, I want to be the guy in the park playing frisbee or hacky sack with his friends. Before that, is now, and now I want to be the guy who's asleep.

        -Matt H.
 

I want to be myself; purely myself and to know completely what that is and be comfertable with that. And never, ever pretend to be anything else. mel

I want to be asleep, I want to be woken up. I want to be a girl on a boat. I want to be a girl in a fight, not a guy, not a man, a girl. I want to win. I want to have the bottomless fridge, and wallet, and heart. I want to give everything away and still have some left over. I want to be the adventuress, the seductress, to have the power to get what I want but the control not to.

I want to be in a fight club, a british society, a harem, a ship, an army.

I want to be happy. I want to spread happiness. I want to be around people who are lively and full of dancing and mirth and songs. Actors. I want to be not pretty, or beautiful, but gorgeous and ugly. Anything but plain... I want to live like a kite, and die like a tree. I want to dance in the moonshine and get drunk on the stars. I want to have Enough, finally, that ever-elusive E, enough to share, and not have to count. I never want to count anything again, not lovers or children or time or most of all, money. I want to have enough of each. I want to be a faucet of joy. I want to sleep sweet.

I want to be Jafe.

• i want to be you too dear.