Think about this....

One of the things I've come to realize about myself, is that I am a hunter. I am the quintessential "want-what-I-can't-have-and-lose-interest-once-I-get-it" type. Not always, but often. It's one of the main reasons I enjoy my very active imagination so much. No one gets hurt, or bored, or screwed over when things take place in my crazy little noggin'. Plus, I am rarely disappointed by my fantasies, which is unfortunately not true about my realities at times. Take, for example, the ridiculously hot, married cook I work with, whose mere presence has the same euphoric, mood-elevating effect on me as any drug I've ever heard of. Now, because he is married, nothing is going to happen between us. It would be wrong and it would be a disaster. Does that stop me from concocting very elaborate "dry-storage room" and "walk-in freezer" scenarios involving olive oil and/or whipped cream? No, because it's harmless and it keeps a smile on my face for much of the day. I never understand when people say they're bored... I rarely run out of things with which to keep myself amused. Next time you're stuck in a waiting room, whether it be at the doctor's office or at the courthouse awaiting jury duty, look around and observe people. Play the "who would I have sex with if the zombie apocalypse occurs while I'm in here?" game. My friend who travels extensively, plays a similar "who would I have sex with if this plane crashed on a deserted island?" game, while sitting in airports. If sex is not on your mind constantly, you can always change it up and figure out who you would kill and eat first, or better yet, who you think the zombies would kill and eat first. It certainly helps pass the time. Although, it may also be one of the reasons I'm not very good at making new friends in "real life"...because I'm so often in my own world and it's fun there and I'd don't like to be interrupted.