I found a genie. It still feels weird to even think that, let alone write it down. It’s like, having it on the page proves that it’s real, even if it feels like I’m dreaming.
I still don’t really know how it happened. The myth that they live in old, golden, magic lamps is complete nonsense- though, to be honest, I’m not sure if I’m even qualified to say that seeing as I just found a bloody genie. It just appeared. I still don’t really know how. Maybe I accidentally stroked a magic lamp through the cardboard box I was holding. I’ve been a removal man for ages, and I’ve seen some strange stuff, but not even the time that a box fell over and spilled that collection of animal bones is stranger than this.
It’s behind me. Right now. I can feel it watching over my shoulder, even if I can’t really see it. I’m guessing that other people can’t see it, either, seeing as no-one thought to question the ever-so-slightly wavering mist a metre beside me. To be honest, I don’t know if I’m even supposed to be able to tell where it is. It told me to call for it when I’ve decided on one of my three wishes, but it didn’t really explain anything else before it disappeared. I mean, come on! This is ridiculous!
It’s weird that it’s just following me. It doesn’t make any noise, it doesn’t create or disturb light, it’s just there, but not. It’s like an illusion. It’s like when you stare at a load of dots and then blink loads afterwards, making images seem to appear on the blank walls around you, but I don’t have to strain my eyes to see the strangeness. It’s a constant thing a metre behind me.
Anyway, I don’t know what to wish for. It didn’t give me any boundaries, any rules. To be fair, it didn’t even say that I can’t wish for infinite wishes, so I’m a little in the dark. I doubt that it could manipulate physics, give me the ability to fly or switch off gravity at will, though I wouldn’t mind if I could wish for those abilities. That would be really cool.
If I have to keep stuff realistic, I don’t know if I’d be able to live with the inevitable guilt which would come from using the wishes on myself. I’ve never been a peace-activist, but I could wish for world peace. I could wish for all diseases, viruses, mental illnesses to disappear, I could wish for poverty to be fixed quickly, I could wish for everything wrong with the planet to be fixed, but the real question is: would that be meddling too much?
I know it sounds stupid to ask, but stopping all future wars, giving every single country enough food, water and shelter for every person, maybe even being able to snap my fingers and make all of the non-biodegradable plastic disappear could be making too much of a change. Like, what if that causes overpopulation? I couldn’t then wish for half of us to die and half of us to live, I couldn’t wish for another planet to materialise next to Earth. What would happen then?
I don’t know what to do, to be honest. I want to be able to think that I can fix so many problems, so many giant problems, but I just don’t know. If I’m completely honest, I’m slightly scared that a selfish side of myself will take over and make the wrong decision, kind of like deciding not to work to become a therapist because I was scared about my own happiness. I’m scared that I’ll force myself to wish for something like the ability to speak every language, or to be the sexiest man alive. Morally, I don’t think I could do that, not when I could do something bigger and better and right, but it’s a possibility.