I wish

a wandering of words by Gregg G Guydish

\xA9 2002

Sometimes I wish I weren't such a skilled mechanic.

Sometimes I wish I weren't so intuitive with the problems lurking within the bounds of complex machinery.

Sometimes I wish I could be the happy idiot, and stick just any old part in there, satisfied that it simply worked.

Sometimes I wish that I wasn't so smart as to fix things that aren't broken yet, in an effort to keep them from breaking in the future.

Sometimes I wish I had the financial resources to take my car somewhere, give the mechanic the keys and say "make like new."

Sometimes I wish that I weren't so intelligent, so I could be happy with a simpler existence.

Sometimes I wish I could relate to people the way I relate to cars, maybe then I'd know more of them.

Sometimes…

Sometimes I wish…

Sometimes I wish I could fix relationships, and friendships, with the ease of a mechanical repair. A little grease, a little dirt, a few hours later and an empty pocketbook, and everything is all tickity-boo again.

That's what I wish.