In my next life, I hope to return as a silver tongued devil. It seems to me that these types usually make out okay regardless of mean circumstances and humble beginnings. Good looks will only take you so far, and eventually they’ll fail you, but a silver tongued devil is usually silver tongued all his life. You’ll probably have noticed there aren’t many dumb silver tongued devils out there. The mouth and tongue are only the front of the house-the real work is going on behind that, where all the wheels are churning out 427 persuasive words per minute.
I’ll let my lean, lightening fast tongue lead the way, helping folks less fortunate understand where they went wrong with their thinking and how I can help.
I’ll start my own You Tube channel.
I’ll run for public office.
I’ll give a Ted Talk.
I’ll talk my toddlers into the bathtub and bed as needed, with nary a complaint or tear.
I’ll convince my teens that doing housework makes them 60% more attractive.
I’ll convince my husband that meal preparation is super sexy.
Then I’ll go take a nap. It’s tiring being a silver tongued devil.
What will you be in your next life?