I think I would have made a great Roman god.  First off, I love Italian food - balsamic vinegar is pretty close to perfection in my opinion.  I think I can pull off a toga, and I can be spiteful.  Perhaps I'd be Janus, the Roman god of doors.  Yeah, there's a god of doors.  January is named after him.  Apparently he had two faces since a door can either let you in or let you out.  Just think, "two-faced" would be a compliment!

Today's doodle - me rockin' it as the god of doors

The main reason I think I'd have been good as a god is because those guys were always doing the Fantasy Island trick where you want something but there's some trade off.  You want that boat?  Okay, but your dog's going to have perpetual fleas.  You want that job?  Okay, but you have to give up winning the lottery.  You want to be famous?  Okay, but you have to kill your greatest fan.

My mind naturally comes up with trade offs for everything.  It's like I test myself to see if I really really really want what I think I want.  Who does that?  No sane person decides that in order for me to be satisfied I have to sacrifice something.  Nobody says, "I'm going to have a hotdog, but I have to throw away a pair of shoes."  I remember someone saying that they had a rule that if they bought something new, they had to get rid of something.  Sounds like a good way to declutter, but am I decluttering my mind if I make myself give up one dream to have another?  Surely that's not healthy.  Why do I have this self-defeating pattern?

I think my childhood somehow colored my notion of how to create a fantasy world.  Just remember, "Careful what you wish for...you might just get it."