Hey script ponies, and welcome to this exciting episode of Random Ramblings of Wing. Time for the Captain Obvious statement of the day. My imagination is a jackass. I love it; don't get me wrong, but it will not shut the hell up for anything it seems.
After spending months preparing my thesis defense and ascending to the level that gets that nice little 'Dr.' slapped in front of my name -- as an aside Dr. Wing T.F. McCallister sounds quite ballsy -- my imagination disk exploded. Generally when this happens, my brain decides to take any stimulus: what I see, hear, think I hear, pretend to see, see in an alternate reality, non-causally identify, etc... as a seed to generate plot after plot after plot....
You see where this is going? I cannot get the ideas out fast enough for my sanity to restore itself. My memory has pegged the cyclic redundancy, and the only way out is to make a whole mess of things 20% cooler. Yeah, I just RD'd this bitch. What now? Don't worry, the AppleJack Daniel's is coming.
The take away message/question for the community today is does this ever happen to you? Does your imagination suddenly decide to apeshit crazy itself to the point where your creative ideas / talents effectively drag you away from reality? On a related note, how often do you spend wondering what your life would be like if you could be the person / character you imagined? If there's one good thing that came from my thought process here, it was this RRoWism: The odds of you becoming the hero your imagination wants you to be are pretty low; sometimes, you just have to work with what reality gives you.
That being said, feel free to hit me up for discussion...
I'm digging down deep....
Get the hell off my text file, you Celestia-blessed hippies!