This is a story about a friend I used to have. That kind of friend that drives around with a pocket vibrator on while doing errands.
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For as long as she could remember, life had been mediocre. It was plain, unexcitable, unadventurous, and quite frankly, “simple To-a-T,” as a friend of hers had put it. Excitement and adventure were foreign concepts to her – they had been absent from her rather unextraordinary life, and everything she did left her feeling unfulfilled. There was something missing. She felt as if she was missing out on something spectacular. She felt as if she was missing out on something that everyone but her knew about. She felt like a toy, broken, and discarded – or worse, disassembled and used for parts. Ultimately, she didn’t feel, ‘whole.’
It dawned on her one day, that, for her to truly live her life the way she wanted, she would need to find a new way to accentuate and amplify her already boring day-to-day schedule. She knew that she needed to find something exciting to do. She wanted to feel important. She wanted to feel involved. She needed something to occupy her lifeless mind, that did not include binge watching Netflix shows or staring aimlessly at her Facebook dashboard. She needed to do something that would make others go, “Wow!” But, at the same time, she was aware that she didn’t have the slightest idea of what that was or where to find such a thing.