I don't want to get a job, I didn't want to go to prom, and I don't want to make small talk with the annoying lady at the checkout counter. I want to pull a JD Salinger and live in the woods with a kitten named Arthur who only wears sweater vests with bow ties, and Matthew Gray Gubler. We'd live in a cottage, filled with taxidermy, and we'd drink out of monogrammed mugs.
But alas...no. Sometimes, I do kind of wish that I didn't exist. Sometimes reality feels like a total dream, and my dreams feel completely real. It's strange. Things are easier when I'm asleep. Sometimes the Arthur the kitten scenario is a reality there, sometimes I can fly, and sometimes Pat Sajak grants me with a lifetime supply of cheese.
And sometimes, I should go to bed at 1am instead of responding to threads that make me have to think.