Quite awhile back, I did a post called "What I Would Do if I Could Fly." In that post, I talked about being shot down by hunters, but I also talked about the joys of flying. Today, I'm going to be a big party pooper and talk solely about what would realistically happen if I could fly.
1. I would be so freakin' scared of being able to fly that at first I'd stay in my room all day, shivering and crying, cursing myself for being such a freak.
2. Anyone who knew of my ability would undoubtably ostracize me for being different.
3. If I was stupid enough to fly in public, then you can bet that within about thirty seconds the scientists would have dragged me to their secret underground lad in Kazakstan. Then I'd be, sedated, strapped to a table, and studied mercilessly. Most likely I'd be chopped up to study what exactly allowed me to fly. During that process I'd undoubtably lose said ability.
4. After the scientists were done with me, I'd probably be kept locked away in a room somewhere, so that the public would never know of my existence. If word did get out, then I'd be constantly bombarded by interviews and cameramen and letters asking if I wanted to join the circus. My life would be ruined.
On that happy note, have a good night everybody!
-Mark
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