Day 67: if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be?
Arthur Conan Doyle, on the day he decided to throw Sherlock Holmes off from the Reichenbach Falls. I want to know why he hated his work, and I want him to know that I appreciate him too, not only Sherlock.
Oh, and another one. My mother. We often have some minor misunderstandings:
Me: Ma, I’ll write a novel someday.
My mother: What do you really want to do with your life?
Me: *to myself* -.- Can’t I be a writer slash chemical engineer?
If I could switch lives with her for even just a day, we’d understand each other better.
