User blog comment:SibunaSeason34/~November Vent Blog~/@comment-4816103-20141118033906

I hate when I get really good ideas for things I won't be writing until later. Like just tonight I got a good idea for my "why Nina really left" story, which will probably need to be longer than just a OS, probably some sort of Mini-series...but ahh, it's gonna drive me crazy until I write it, but I also have my novel, blogs, Artemis, my Patrome OS... ahhh...and I also know that I'll just keep thinking about it until I write it.

I hate how I sometimes feel like a weirdo for always having some sort of story in my head, a story I think about, add to and change constantly. Multiple stories, actually. Ones that will never even leave my head. It's been a thing with me ever since I was really little where I'd daydream stories about my stuffed dog Toffy, or my made up characters, or my imaginary friends, or Scooby-Doo, or Batman (the TV Adam West version :P) or... Yeah. IDK. I don't know anyone else who has this sort of thing going for them. And it's like...it's the sort of thing where I'm always thinking, but they're my daydreams about these dumb and random and endless stories about characters I make up or like mini-fanfics in my head... I hate that if anyone ever read my mind, they'd be confused and maybe even worried by the fact that, yeah, I think about odd things (for example, ever since my 7th grade musical where we did Cinderella, I can't help but keep thinking about the characters and different situations and alternate/exaggerated/new personalities for them and it makes it really weird when I look at my friends who played those roles in the play because I'm technically daydreaming about them in my head (even though I've started to basically turn them into people like Patricia and Joy and Nina...)) And IDK. It just sometimes makes me feel like a freak because I honestly don't know why I can't stop having these stories in my head, I don't know how they got there, and I don't know if this will continue for the rest of my life. (It's been going on since I was like 5).

I hate that I just spent a giant paragraph complaining about my own imagination when I should probably feel special for having such a huge and constant ability to daydream up stories whenever I feel like it while others have trouble just coming up with anything random and creative.