I want to have an adventure
I want to go on a fantastic adventure.
I would start by taking all of my money out of the bank and then travelling down to wherever you get the tunnel to France (you can tell I’ve planned this a lot) and then I would get to France and I would just go somewhere. I have no idea where I would go. I would have no plan. I would just follow roads until I found my way towards interesting places like Paris and Berlin and Amsterdam and I would meet amazing people (old people, people with beards who used to be professors that hang around in cafes and libraries and art galleries, people who would make me feel totally uncultured) and these folks would teach me all sorts of amazing things and then I would meet someone my own age who was doing the same thing and we would become best friends and he’d teach me another side to life where there are cool underground bars and drugs and we’d get really drunk and dance around in a fountain in a city centre at midnight. We’d travel everywhere and nobody would stop us and we’d get chased by the police a lot because by this time my parents would have filed a missing person’s report (even though I’m 21) and everyone would be looking for me and sooner or later we’d decide we couldn’t do this anymore and we’d head home but then when we decide to part ways we can’t go through with it so we head for a seaside town and we’d steal a boat and get kidnapped by Somalian pirates who would grow to love us and us them and one night there would be a raid on their compound and all the hostages would be rescued but not us, we’d escape and travel like nomads through the African Continent. Then, about five years later, I would return home and there would be a big emotional reunion and they would make a movie of my adventures (like that movie Into the Wild) and I would be rich, so rich that I could do the whole thing all over again since I wouldn’t need to work but only this time because I’ll be famous hundreds of people would follow me on my adventure like the running scenes from Forrest Gump.
And then I would become a cult icon, and then I would return home once again and then at some point I would become Prime Minister and my party slogan would be “fuck it, live a little” (oh and my best friend from my first adventure would be my Deputy PM and together we would rule the galaxy.)
Yeah if my life was half as exciting as my imagination you would all be really jealous.
