It's probably thoroughly un-progressive of me to say this, but I have a confession.
I kind of want to be the Manic Pixie Dream Girl.
Go ahead. Laugh.
It's true, though.
I want to be a muse. I want to inspire someone to live life to their fullest.
I'd like to be that crazy, quirky, fascinating girl who breathes life into someone who has otherwise lost all interest. Destroyer of the Cynical.
I'd like to be the object of undying affection, fascination, adoration.
I'd like to be the person who changes someone's whole outlook on life.
I'd like to choose who would be that person. Which is where the fantasy falls apart, I guess.
I've had a couple glasses of wine tonight.