Divine Intervention

Divine InterventionEver since I was a little boy I always possessed a bizarre form of envy for attractive young women.  It wasn’t a desire to sleep or be with them, but to actually be a gorgeous women.  This quickly became an obsession that lasted well over a decade.  But right as I was about to get help from a local psychiatrist, I was left dumbstruck as I saw this woman strut past me.  I never wanted to become someone else more in my entire life, and then, poof!  I was in her stylish shoes, and felt the wind brushing against my new midriff, blowing back my lengthy hair.  I did not question this divine intervention, I simply continued down the sidewalk, finally happy with my life.


Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s