Only In Books....

So. I've pretty much decided that it's only in story books and fairy tales when you actually run into a guy. I mean. I am now in Washington, in Stevenson. At Annie's. And I got bored. And went running, right? Like, half way down the hill. And like. In the books, right, some guy would drive past as I was making my way BACK up the hill. Because it's a ridiculously HARD climb back up to Ann's house. OR! Better yet! Some guy could come RIDING, like, on horseback! Definitely better than a car.

Seriously: Any time a girl goes on vacation in a new place and goes somewhere, she meets some guy! Every time, in the book, consistently! And he's always amazing, and perfect. Like, usually only for the summer, or whatever, which is dumb. But STILL.

But I've pretty much decided that only happens in books. Nothing like that EVER happens in real life. EVER. I mean, seriously. Has anything like that ever happened to you guys? No. Probably not. Because it doesn't happen in real life. Things don't just happen like that.

Which I suppose is probably why I like writing so much. Because then I can make my happy little people that run serendipitously into one another and fall madly in love at first sight and ride off into the sunset, all picturesque and perfect and everything that doesn't happen in real life. Life never ends that way. Like, I wonder what would happen if people continued the story after the "happily ever after." But see, they can't do that. Because then everyone would die. And that's not as good as "and they rode off into the sunset and lived happily every after."

But I don't mind that, as much as it sounds like I do. Because I get enough of real life in...well, real life. I don't wanna read about it in books! I wanna read happily every after! Which is why all of my stories that never get finished actually do have endings. Because they always end in happily ever after of some sort. Everything goes perfectly. Because it's a good way to end it. I like my characters to be happy, even if I do tend to make them really miserable somewhere in the middle. =P

Anyway. That was my rant about books and real life. =P