What secret skill do you wish you had?
Post your answer in the LEAVE A COMMENT section below. I’m not the boss of you, though. Don’t write anything for all I care! I don’t care if you don’t want to tell me you’re secretly the world’s most skillful lover.
. . .here are my thoughts.
What secret skill do you wish you had?
What if I unknowingly uttered my own Sleeper Agent Activation Phrase? (That really needs its own acronym or initialism—Stray Animal Adoption Program already spoke for SAAP, though.) Randomly uttering my own SLAAP (shit!—State Line Abortion Access Partners locked that one down) would unwittingly activate the mission I was long ago trained for. Thus, any “S—double-A—P” should be extremely obscure—utterly incoherent and irrelevant—so I couldn’t possibly be triggered preemptively. Real cryptic nonsense:
“Quadruple matryoshka nesting doll of Haitian dominoers.”
However, there’s no accounting for times when random strings of seemingly discordant words pour from one’s mouth: in the wee hours of the morning following a night of binge drinking; during a fit of blackout rage; while deep in the lunacy of a psychotic break; as my Pictionary teammates rapid-fire guess at my attempted depiction of a soccer stadium. I really am that terrible of an artist. I can only assume it’s because I underwent extensive training as an assassin in my youth (training I don’t recall) while in the USSR (travel I don’t recollect). I certainly don’t remember having any free time to hone my sketching skills.