Ok, so everyone knows about FREE HUGS Mikayla and Wants to Build a Tiny House and Live Amongst the Goats Mikayla. Some of you even know Doesn't Want to Have Kids but Cries When Meeting a Newborn Baby Mikayla, as seen every day this past week. (Shout out to my friends for having babies so that I don't have to. You're the best.)
Well, I'm here to introduce you to WTF Are You Even Talking About Mikayla.
Multifaceted, I know.
I write fictional stories about cyborgs and sorcery when I'm not internet ranting about recycling and renewable resources.
I'm blessed with a lifetime's worth of overactive imagination hooked up to a technicolor projector behind my eyes. Have you seen The Secret Life of Walter Mitty? It's kind of like that. I make up elaborate backstories for passing strangers, imagine alien invasions while I stare out the window, and picture tiny red-hatted garden gnomes fighting a revolution against the lawn guy when he comes to cut the grass. The gnomes win.
If you are my future life partner and you catch me smiling to myself and you lovingly ask "what are you thinking about, dear?" chances are I'm not daydreaming about us holding hands and skipping into the sunset. I'm imagining how well you would stand up as a battle partner when the next wave of oversized chickens, AKA medium-dog-sized dinosaurs, come to take back the planet. I wish I were eggsaggerating.
I guess my point is that when the wise mentor to your main character is the sarcastic love child of Director Fury and Morpheus you're clearly not living with both feet on the ground.