imnn:
Why can’t life be like a bloody movie? Where things, you know, just happen? I want to spontaneously pack up my suitcase and embark on an unplanned adventure. I want to meet new people huddled in a corner shielding from the wind. I want to continue learning, new languages, diverse cultures, about those who’ve suffered and survived, and those who’ve left their written legacy behind. I want to stumble into someone irresistibly magnetic on a train. I want to be the one dropping my text books in front of a heavenly model who’ll smile a fantastic smile and pick them up and ask if I’m free for a coffee. Okay maybe that last want was more of deluded teenage fantasy that most youngsters have, which I on the other hand, probably outgrew at around 14 years old. But you get my point. Where’s this imperfect perfection?
Life isn’t a movie, so I guess it’s just a series of episodes that I’m going to have to download season by season till there’s nothing else to download. Bah humbug.