- There’s nobody I dislike that warrants a kill. (Though there was that one thief who stole my money… but long story short I got my money back, and that was years ago, and I don’t even know the guy or the person associated with him anymore, so…)
- Soulmate. Maybe. Probably not.
- I already live in peace. I don’t need to move. Leaving aside the fact that I’d have to think where to go to, there’s also the matter of paperworks, neighbors, and all sorts of bills. I don’t need that.
- Money doesn’t give me happiness, though it does make it easier. Having said that, I don’t think this would change my life.
- I loathe the concept of resurrection. It never ends well for me. Screw this option.
- I only have allergies towards hay and some cats. I don’t think removing them will necessarily change my life.
- I don’t even know how long I will live, so this option would have to involve fate and future, neither of which I like. Definitely not this one.
- This option would have to alter my present mind. My mind is the only place where I can keep my thoughts “in place”; it is the place where existences / thoughts of mine are born and die. No way will I cgoose this option.
- The mammoths will just die again because of global warming. Their resurrection would just be a globally frowned upon black joke. (Just like a certain date from 2001.)
- I live in the Netherlands and I am no better than a caveman when it comes to being up to date with the world. The British Monarchy is about as important to me as the cause of Archimedes’ death: Not at all.
…huh. I can’t believe it, but I guess a soulmate is the only thing that would change my life. (That in itself is worrisome.)