would you rather – neuvième partie

have all traffic lights you approach be green or never have to stand in line again
Red lights are an acceptable wait time, and I despise standing in line. Without doubt I choose never queuing up again!

have telepathy or telekinesis
My intuition is strong. My ability to read others is well defined. And to be perfectly honest, I don’t want to know every thought every person has every moment they have it.
Mastering telekinesis could be great fun!

have whatever you think appear above your head for everyone to see or have everything you do live streamed for anyone to see
I’d rather not advertise my thoughts, but I’m a pretty awkward individual, so do I want everything I do to live stream for anyone to watch? Though, people may not watch me, but anyone I actually interact with would see my thoughts.
Is there a clear winner here? I think not.
I’m going to have to go with live streaming my life and hope nobody watches, because sometimes what I think isn’t fit for human consumption.

know everything or be amazing at any activity you tried
All! The! Knowledge!

be an amazing dancer or an amazing singer
When I was a little girl I wanted desperately to be a Prima Ballerina. Alas, I’ve two left feet as it were…
I was trained as a singer in both church and school choirs. Without practice that skill faded, but not entirely. I sing well enough as it stands.
So I’m going to pick amazing dancer to fulfill my childhood dream. I can still sing at an average level in my spare time.

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4 thoughts on “would you rather – neuvième partie

  1. As I walk everywhere….no lines. Telepathy. How fun!! Well, I already know everything, but I’d like to be sure….I hate dancing so singing would be fun. As to the other question…omg why of why are these the choices? Bubble I guess…I drool when I sleep…

  2. Very fanciful!! Love it!!

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