The main reason I did enjoy it was its fundamental questing nature. God it was good. I loved making believe that I was some evil creature trying to save the universe from some other evil creatures. That feeling of wanting a purpose or being special to the grand scheme of things. Reality has yet to shake me from my fantasy of being Tiffany of the Special Quest for I've also started reading The Talisman
I'm still hankering for something, reading, tasting and listening to these stories of adventure. Right now I'm trapped with a minor headache from the horrible perfume of death in a boxed office with no windows. People don't say please and thank you to me. They expect me to jump when they want something and boy do they want things. The idea of making a poor choice by lifting my lazy ass off my chair and onto the road is very appealing. Who could I meet? What could I find? What experiences could I bring back?
I just need a mentor, I need someone to give me a problem and present me with a distant solution. Then I'll strap my pack on, hop on an open train carriage and eventually persevere, despite what the world throws at me.
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