Lottery Wins…

Like most people I often dream of a lottery win…I romanticise the notion of a sudden influx of money and then think of where I would go, what I would do, and in most cases what I wouldn’t do: such as fly economy and mingle with the filthy peasants outside of my large manor gates. Just joking, they can come in but they better not make eye contact…or else it’s the hounds for them.

Anyway it’s a somewhat trivial and silly way to pass the time, but a fun one nonetheless. There’s something freeing about being able to dream, something child-like about the range of possibilities and the boundaries of realism which you can push past. There’s not enough of that these days I find, it’s all super serious – rather than nodding and furthering your dreams people are all: “oh nooo, you can’t do that! Come on now, get real! John pull your pants up, you’re in a fucking supermarket after all!” It’s ridiculous, it really is.  Just let me live, let me be.

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So as I sipped the finest ale (whichever one had the funniest name), from the finest establishment in all of Sunderland (admittedly a low bar) I allowed my mind to wander into the world of life-long holidays, happy smiles, and real differences to the population at large. My best friends and I wouldn’t have to work another day in our lives – apart from that which made us happy of course – we would go from place to place, we would meet with people from all different places, and would never have a care in the world. I’d also find the cure to cancer, and think up some way to eat as much Doritos as you want but still have washboard abs. It would be fucking fantastic. 

As I go through personal struggles and torment, it is brief stupid times like this spent with my nearest and dearest which make all the difference. As much as it is dreaming about a life so alien to your own, it also helps you remember what you do have, and how special that really is.

With that said I should probably start putting on the lottery if I really want to win it. I know I have as much chance of winning as Donald Trump does this presidential election…but…he may actually…hmm…got any lucky numbers?

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18 thoughts on “Lottery Wins…

  1. Hey, John, it is great to dream and act…from buying a lottery ticket to doing something you love with people you like to be with… even yourself 😉 In any case, I think you have great ideas so I have a feeling you will be successful in them!

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  2. It’s 2016. David Bowie is dead, Donald Trump is a serious US presidential candidate, and the laws of reality no longer apply. Go play the lottery and will yourself into victory. You can do it. With as much sense as the world makes, I’m pretty sure at this point I could sprout wings and fly away if I wanted… I just don’t because I’m afraid of heights.

    But seriously, you are right. It’s those little moments that make us realize what we have to be thankful for.<3

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  3. Do you have any idea how many Americans you just freaked out with that Trump comment??? As the comic Lewis Black recently said, “we are living at the intersection of reality and satire.” Seems you Brits are also living in that same uncomfortable place. Appreciate this post. I dream about it too but never seem to remember to buy that ticket.

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