(the song playing towards the end is "Thank You Mario But Our Princess is in Another Castle" by The Mountain Goats & Kaki King)

The greatest tragedy of my life is that I’m not a figment of someone’s imagination.

            My mind constantly exists in the world of fantasy, a world filled with adventures and daring deeds.  I desire larger than life scenarios divided along black and white lines of good versus evil.  I long to look out my window and see the skies peppered by brave men and women in capes and tights righting wrongs and beating the bad guys.  I wish to read newspaper headlines about some nefarious organization that doesn’t mean harm for ideological reasons based on religious fanaticism.  I prefer my shadowy groups lead by a man with a predilection to reptile themes and bungled attempts at global domination.  I want to find treasure maps, destroy ancient cursed relics, encounter creatures that exist beyond our planet, our dimension, or simply beyond the ken of our understanding.

            But that’s not the way this world works, nor the way my life has gone thus far.

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Remember when we were young: we looked forward to things.  "I can't WAIT to drive. I can't WAIT to get a boyfriend.  I can't WAIT to graduate." Etc., Etc.  Now it's "remember how great high school was?"  Or "nothing compares to the feeling of first love.  Life was so much better back when we were young."  Somewhere between anticipation and nostalgia we should have been happy.



-from Too Much Coffee Man: Parade of Tirade by Shannon Wheeler