Looking for My 6ft Tattooed Man
I took a little doomscrolling break before continuing my reading...
And I laughed my ass off at this one:
"How do you expect to get a boyfriend if you never go out?"
"I'm waiting for a 6-foot-tall, tattooed man to break into my house and claim me."
I mean, after all the shit I went through in that stupid game, Call of Dragons, I can totally imagine something like that happening in real life as well.
I mean, if the universe wants to give me something, it will find a way—even if I am sitting in the madhouse where I probably belong.
In Call of Dragons, I just wanted to escape reality for a little while.
Instead...
I found myself.
Sounds like a pretty good deal.
So I am done wasting my time chasing things.
What is meant to be mine will be mine—even if I am living alone in a cabin in the woods without Wi-Fi.
But the rabbit hole has Wi-Fi anyway.
So that tattooed guy will find me eventually, whether I want him to or not.
Maybe I should write a story about that as well.
I think I am slowly getting somewhere with this play.
Freedom.
The illusion of emotional regulation.
The rabbit hole.
I have a mostly developed character.
I think today I should set myself a goal because this is something I can actually finish with consistency and willpower.
With my bull-headed nature.
A deadline will probably help as well.
I just wish I had someone to hold me accountable.
By the end of today, I want to know who all of my characters are—except for the main character.
I want to dedicate an entire day to her because I need to understand her completely.
Her motivations.
Her desires.
Everything.
That shouldn't be rushed.
But the mother, the husband, the boss, and the new friend shouldn't be such a problem.
An ambitious plan...
But a doable one.
And I also want to finish this chapter of the book today.
That is another 77 pages.
Yeah...
Ambitious plans, considering it is already 1:35 p.m. and I still have other things to do today.
Sooo...
Let's see what I can cook today.