My Perfect World.
My perfect world would be a gloomy one indeed. the general feel and atmosphere would be of London’s rainy weather, except your shoes would never get wet!
I love the rain. I simply, utterly and unconditionally Love the rain. It makes me happy to wake up to a cloudy sky. clouds makes the whether yummy. it makes it romantic. it also makes the lighting quite flattering.
Walking around in my perfect world, you’d see people, generally my age, jumping in puddles. I miss jumping in puddles. One must never grow out of jumping into puddles. because that, my friends, is when you lose your spark.
They’re interesting, the thoughts you have as a child. I was so confused why some people didn’t like the color red. It made me sad till I came up with a theory. I used to think that maybe, the reason people didn’t like the color red was because everybody sees things differently. I was so convinced that no one can NOT love the color red because it was so pretty that I thought that maybe, some people, when they look at what I think is red, they see green, blue or gray.
This resulted in the production of the bizarre land that is my head.
In my perfect world, everyone DOES see color’s differently, where I see red, you see blue. but in my perfect world, everybody loves red no matter how differently they see it.
FAT is not the opposite of beautiful there. In fact, beautiful will have no opposite. regardless of the fact that beauty wouldn’t exist without its contrast, Beauty then shall have no meaning in the land I call perfect.
At the snap of a finger, a seat and an ashtray appear. Smoking is not ‘wrong’ in my perfect world. there are no labels on people there. In fact, individuality in applauded.
food is delicious. food is not what makes a person fat. Evil makes people fat. the more bad things a person does, the fatter they get. And when a person lies, their tongue turns black.
June’s answer is the one I loved best when I asked everyone what their perfect world would be like.
“I am a fun-loving frolicking queen and I have a kick ass guy as my king. instead of currency we use kisses. everything is abundant. sitting around talking over a pint is considered legitimate work” — June
