The one where I play pretend.
I am a 15 year odl girl. Most people consider me mature for my age. But I still get great joy out of playing pretend. I pretend I'm a 5th year griffindor student. I'm in the matrix. I live in Renaissance times. I live in bible times. I am Han Solo's friend. I am special. I still run around my house when no one is home and play pretend. I have conversations with fictional people. I have one-sided arguments.
Is this strange of me? I guess it's rooted in the fact that I don't find my life satisfactory. I like to make up places. Being a boring sophmore in high school is nothing to being a magical prodigy or living in Ireland or knowing a vampire.
I have been doing this since I was a little kid. I have an extremely overactive imagination, and I feel like I'm going to pop if I don't play pretend or I don't write a story. Sometimes I'm humon, sometimes I'm an elf. Sometimes I'm a fairy or nymph. Different is exciting. Imagination has no limitations and that is so refreshing.
-Maverick