Sometimes I wish I was a Jedi. Oh man, life would be so much more simple if I was a Jedi. Plus I'd have a light saber, which would be pretty sweet. I don't really care which Jedi--Quagong Jim, ObeeWan Kanobee, princess leah (technically she was a Jedi), it really makes no difference to me, just as long as it's a Jedi. Well maybe not Anikan Skywalker; that guy kind of gets screwed in the end. Hell, I'd even be one of those crazy-ass aliens with all the dangly-shit on their head!
What I'm really getting at is the Force. I want it! Think of it, the power to move things with your mind ("that's telepathy Kyle!").
And then, of course, there's the sheer sex appeal. If Jedi existed, they'd be the socially imagined children of Brad Pitt, Natalie Portman, Maggie Gillinhal, and that new guy that plays James Bond. Yeah, it's pretty safe to say I'd be dripping in pharamones.
As my first order, I'd revise the Jedi uniform. Those robes are dank. Unless your name is John and you're hanging out with Robin Hood, that brown cape needs to stay in the closet. I think Jedi could probably start charging this capitalist world for all their good deeds. In which case the dough would start rolling in. I'd be suiting up everyday! And I'm not talking about the Men's Wearhouse. Nope. Only the premium, top-shelf stuff. And yes, I'd rock an ascot.
They say the average American makes at least three significant career changes in their lifetime. I'm still pretty young and only on my first career, so I think there's still hope of becoming a Jedi.
May the Force be with you.
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