I guess that I've "always" thought that I would like to write for a living in some way. It wasn't until about a year ago, though, that for some reason I started thinking I actually could and should.  OK.  I spent a lot of time thinking about things to write about, a lot of time writing things in my head, a lot of time living in my own fantasy worlds, but precious little time actually attempting to do any real writing.  The past year has left me with nothing but a lot of half-baked ideas and random, unfinished files on my computer (that all sound really whiny).  If this is something I really want...why haven't I pursued it?  I haven't done anything, on my own or in the working-people-world.  I've spent the last year of my life daydreaming and cashiering at a hardware store.  Maybe I don't want to "be a writer."  Maybe it's an idea that someone I knew put in my head.  Maybe it's an idea that my generation put in my head--everyone is on the internet nowadays, everyone is an "aspiring writer."  In reality, most people just want the world to be interested in their inane and uninteresting personal lives, emotions, and ideas (or, worst case scenario, their crappy poetry). 

I mean, I guess now I could really apply myself...go buy an idiot's guide to writing short stories...spend time writing every day...fill a notebook with thoughts...

...but whatever.