I think it's better not to know when you've missed out on the deal of the day. Joe wants K-nex for Christmas. Wootkids had a bundle of four K-nex sets--the Razor, Chomp, Turbo and Spider Moto-bots--for 1/3 the regular price. I excitedly clicked the button to order them and they were sold out. I've been sick about it all day.
I think it's better not to know when an old boyfriend or girlfriend wishes they'd have married you instead. It just raises a bunch of what-ifs that are better left unexplored. And if you didn't know you wouldn't have to feel sorry for them that you don't feel the same.
I think it's better not to know if the milk is on it's last day of "Best by." If I don't know, I can put it my cereal with confidence and not give it another thought. If I do know, I wonder if it's tasting a little off. And in my mind, I can actually make it taste wrong.
I think it's better not to know what you're getting for Christmas. When I was a teenager, I was babysitting my younger brothers and sisters and when most of them were in bed, my brother and I carefully unwrapped and then rewrapped all our presents. It kinda spoiled it for us. We deserved that.
I think it's better not to see the ad on KSL.com for the perfect guitar with a case that is just the color of wood a certain daughter wants for Christmas two minutes after someone else has committed to buy it. I wish I hadn't even seen it.
I really wish I hadn't discovered how yucky it was under my dishwasher. When I didn't know about the filth, I felt like a much cleaner person.
I wish I'd never discovered that a certain someone who I thought was my friend, really didn't like me much. I was blissfully happy being friends and now that I know it wasn't real, it's a bit of a bummer.
I wish I didn't know about Typing Maniac. The compulsive side of my personality (and it's a pretty big side) wants to hit the 2,000,000 mark and I've wasted way too long trying. I wish I'd never been introduced to that time-suck of a game.
Sometimes ignorance really is bliss.
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I wish my last missionary companion hadn't left her weekly letter to her parents sitting on the couch when she went to take a shower. I glanced down, saw my name and kept reading. Yeah, she pretty much hated me and basically told her parents how awful I was. Up to that point, I had no idea. I thought we got along really well.
I wish you'd never mentioned Typing Maniac. It sounds like something I'd really like, but I'm easily addicted to things like that so I'm going to do my best to pretend I've never heard of it.
I wish I didn't know that I ordered "Gifted" for myself for Christmas. I'll have to wrap it up as soon as it arrives so that I won't read it right away! :)
I wish this comment wasn't so long. (Sorry!)
now i want to know who wishes they would have married you... and what friend of yours needs a punch in the face?
you can call me with those answers later. love you.