This is a true story....
Me: You know what?
My sis: No I don't. What? (looks annoyed)
Me: My mind is a toybox.
My sis: (gives me this look and scoots away about three feet)
Me: No really.
My sis: uh huh. You're weird.
Me: (frustrated she doesn't get it) See, my ideas and stories and characters are my toys. I'll play with them for a while but then, like a little kid, I'll get something new and forget all about the old ones. SO it is like a toybox. It's why I never really finish anything.
My sis: You're still weird.
Me: I can't help it if my mind is wired backwards unlike the rest of the human race.
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