When she was good, she was very, very good…

…and when she was bad she was horrid.

I want to be someone else. Wait, let me rephrase that – I want to know what it’s like to be someone else. I’m actually okay with me, I guess I should be after all these years. I’ve always been more comfortable with the familiar, the broken in. Used, a little rough around the edges, maybe some aches and pains. I may have problems, but they’re my problems. But no matter how at ease with myself I am, sometimes I can’t help but wonder…

You know, the whole ‘walk a mile in their shoes’ spiel that religious ed teachers always ram down your throat. It might be useful to know how the other half lives. Not switching bodies, just tagging along for the ride, kinda like those fish that are stuck to whales. (Or is it sharks? I can never remember.) I’d like to know what a picture perfect lifestyle is like. I’d like to know what it’s like to do horrible things and get caught. I’d like to experience the complete opposite of my life -- maybe I could figure out what’s missing. Perspective is everything.

Could it really be that simple?