Crazy

I am not a formal writer, so this is not going to be a formal essay. Instead it is really just me writing what comes to my mind when it comes to my mind. Let's see right now I would like to talk about what is going on in my life. Well that won't take too long because nothing ever really happens to me. Well, nothing good anyway. Let's just say I lead a very boring and uneventful life. It's not so bad though. I get to spend alot of time with me. Sometimes I spend so much with me I get sick of myself. I've even picked up a bad habit of talking to myself. It started with me daydreaming. Then the daydreams started to feel real. And I find myself not only talking to myself, but answering myself too. It's not just the daydream sometimes my imagination really takes hold of me and I find myself comin up with weird scenarios and actually rehearsing the conversations all the way down to the body langauge that should be used in that situation. I know I need a hobby, but I quit every hobby I ever start. Besides, in a way this is a hobby. It's kind of like acting. I've even thought of acting but the thought of actually being on stage where everyone can see me scares the mess out of me. Who knows maybe I'll find a way to conquer this fear and you'll see me on the big screen. Trust me you'll recognize me I'll go by the name "Crazy".



*******Note this essay is totally fictional and is the product of my boredom************