Who do you call when you are having the having the most miserable day?
Who do you call when you just have something to say?
Who do you call when you're doing just okay?
Who do you call just to complain?
Who do you call when you think you're going insane?
Who always answers?
"I'm trying to find the perfect one," he says.
Well, I hate to break it to you, buddy, but you're blind.
You lost your sense of sight a long time ago.
You lost the ability to see the beautiful things of the world.
The true things.
The honest things.
The things that love your stupid jokes and the way you laugh at yourself for telling them.
The things that offer for you to lick the brownie batter even though it's her favorite.
The things that will watch those horribly childish shows you recommend because she knows it will make you happy.
Those things that listen to your complaints about being tired, even though she is exhausted herself, and helps you find a restaurant to get some dinner when you could easily ask Siri.
The thing that, unlike most genies, would let you wish for more wishes.
The thing that you're too blind to appreciate.
Who will you call now?
True story, folks.
