Sometimes, life got boring.
At those times, I humored myself with the thought that what I was missing was a person barging in my life and messing it up.
At the same time, I thought my first reaction to someone who would actually do that was beating the crap out of them.
And so, that's how the daydreamer and the realist in me started their feud.
It was entertaining in its own way, and my boredom receded.
But in the end, I was left wondering, how long could I continue to be this childish?