I used to wish I was a typewriter.
They're old and when you mess up, you can't fix your mistakes. You don't have to. Typewriters don't have to be anything other than themselves, and they're okay with the fact that they're impractical; they don't try and change for anyone else. 'Course, wishing to be an inanimate object marked the end of my sanity.
That's probably why so many people miss older times. Simpler things, simpler rules, simpler mindsets. If someone created a product that was unsatisfactory, they didn't try and make it better, they just made a whole damn new product.
Hippies were frowned upon but they didn't try and change, they didn't try and be something else when they knew what they stood for.
Unlike most people.
Now-a-days, half the people in this world don't even know what personal standards are. They don't know what personal beliefs and regulations are, but they still think they can please others. They can't even please themselves.
As I stand here in this empty hotel room, I know that I was that person: the one who always looked at others before themselves. Never before would I have smoked a cigarette, or worn patterned skirts and blouses. Never would I have driven a stolen vintage Chevy or watched an elephant change a town's future, but as times change, so does a person.
Looking at the perfectly made bed, and unread note, I come to the conclusion that one person can change too much.