my husband’s conversation with god

Don’t worry, he’s not crazy. It was a dream. In this dream, he was talking to God and God asked him what he wanted (which sounds more like he found a genie than God, but hey, it was a dream).

God: So, what would you like?
Husband: Well, I really want to drive to Hawaii. Can you build a freeway that’ll take me there?
God: That would be an awful lot of work. And it would take you just as long as driving across the country to get there.
Husband: Well then, how about telling me what my wife thinks, what’s inside her head?
God: How many lanes do you want on that freeway?

Just goes to show that it’s not easy getting into an INTP’s head.

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