I'm very jealous...
...of fictional characters.
They have so much freedom to do pretty much whatever they like. They can suddenly burst into existence, fade away, travel at the speed of light or drop dead suddenly should the plot (writer) desire it.
I'd love to write, but this jealousy stops me from finishing the first page (that and being disorganised).
Still, the simplicity of non-existence, except in other people's imagination is so desirable.
Maybe it's a deep fundamental flaw in my personality, maybe it's a certain dissatisfaction with the status quo, but I can't help feeling it when I get involved in a good book, a good film or even a marketing figurehead.
Oh No! I want to be Snap, Crackle and Pop.
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