This is my story. Don't they always start out like that? How trite. But, this is my story. I'd like to tell you it's interesting, but I'm afraid you must judge that for yourself. I, personally, find it rather unbelievable, and you, too, may find it so. It doesn't matter does it? I just need to tell it. It's one of those things that's so fantastic, so unbelievable that you have to tell someone. As if doing so will make it real, or perhaps it's a quest to make sure you're not crazy? Find that one person who believes your story, and I'm not talking about a loon on the fifth floor, or a gullible person for that matter. Someone intelligent, who gives credit to your story simply by believing. Heh, or perhaps discredits themselves because they believe?

Anyhow, none of that matters, I'm telling it anyway. Will you believe me? We shall see. Where to begin? Where to start? Don't they always start at the beginning? That seems logical doesn't it? Well, I'd like to think I'm less predictable than that, so I'm gonna start a bit before the beginning. I wouldn't want to bore you with my normal, boring, mediocre life before it got turned upside down. Don't get me wrong, I love being upside down, it's far better than life was before, but I think there are a few things that need to be understood about the old me.

I was mediocre at everything. A jack of all trades and master of none. Ever heard that phrase? Well that was me, to a "T". Sounds good? Not in today's world. In today's world, you have to be the best to get anywhere, or be stuck somewhere they don't care if you're mediocre, you know, like flipping burgers. Which is kind of what I was doing. A small time waitress with big dreams of becoming a writer but not really that good at it. Of course, it didn't help that my mediocreness was wonderfully offset by tendency toward lazyness. If it's not easy to get, give it up. You don't work for talent, you're born with it, if you're not born with it, then forget it. That was my philosophy. But talent can't get you everywhere, and when you're as lazy as I was, you'll end up in a less than perfect world, living out what you can instead of what you want.

I don't mind writing this, it probably won't end up in the "polished" version, it tells too much. People don't learn by being told, they learn by being shown what it was like, how it happened. But, I need to sort out my thoughts on it.

As lazy as I am, I always wanted adventure. The absence of it in my life always made me depressed. In today's world, adventure, at least not the kind I wanted, is impossible to achieve, something you can only have in a book, a game, not in real life. I needed it. I suppose that's why I wanted to be a writer, it's the closest I could come to adventure like I wanted. But fate wouldn't hear of it.