Sometimes it only takes one person to put a lot of things into perspective. I recently met this one person. And man, am I thankful.

I grew up writing these mini stories in my head. Whenever I would meet someone or see someone interesting or unusual, or just different, I would create some sort of life story or plot in my head based on what I saw and heard. I've done it my whole life, and I've never really told anyone about it. I always thought it was kind of weird that I did it, but I loved it at the same time. Just creating different lives for different people. As I've worked on honing my writing skills, and just really trying to figure out what kind of writer I am, I have finally decided what that is. In the most true form, I am simply a profiler--that is, a profile writer.  I cannot keep myself from profiling others. To be able to build a trust with a total stranger, enough that they open up about their life, and then to compile a beautiful story based on these sobering facts with my own perspective narrative.....It's such an underrated, incredible feeling. I like to call it creative non-fiction.

The first creative non-fiction piece I read was In Cold Blood by Capote. I was immediately seduced by the blurred lines of fact and fiction. The fact that you knew the story as a whole was true, but how could you be sure of the details? The reader leaves breathless and wondering. It's wonderful.

DMB is my preferred background music. Although I've never been a huge Dave fan, he's definitely growing on me.

I've changed career paths recently, and I have never felt so at peace. Definitely in the right place, and I have never seen my future career path so clearly.

I have been a nerd my entire life. As I got older and started dating, I stifled a large part of that, especially going in to my 20s. I was so worried about what people thought. I didn't want to be perceived as arrogant, or weird, or above the fray. Over the last 6 years or so, I have tolerated so much and suffocated my inner literary nerd. Just the other day, I was with a group of "friends" and someone brought up a movie. I quietly brought up that it was actually based from a story and just stated some differences because the story was vastly different (and much better). The conversation stopped and everyone stared at me. Awesome. Clearly no one had read the story, nor did anyone care that it's a true work of art, and James Franco is an idiot. William Faulkner is rolling in his grave, and I'm the weird girl that doesn't know how to contribute to a lighthearted conversation about a movie where no one knows the origins. I shut up from that point on, because who wants to be the arrogant know-it-all? I'm of average intelligence, have flunked several tests, and have always hated homework as much as the next person. But literature is so important to me, and if I'm honest, this is what I wanted to say that night:

"Can I just say something really quickly? I know it's hard to deter the conversation from how hot James Franco is, but the movie was "weird" to you probably for many reasons. James Franco should never touch a Faulkner piece of work, nor should anyone in Hollywood for that matter. There are some things that should be left alone. 'As I Laying' is a piece of literature that thousands of people have studied and rightly so. It's complex, yet very simple. The story reads like a song, essentially. The way Faulkner wrote it speaks more than the story itself. The mix of compound sentences and very short statements to create this really somber music is really, really difficult to do. And of all the people I've read, the only other person I've seen do it just as beautifully is Tim O'Brien. So for someone like James Franco to make it a movie, when it's a very simple storyline, with not much of a plot honestly, of course it sucks as a screenplay. Because the beautiful part isn't in the story, it's in the writing you dumbfucks. So, shutup and go pick up a book. You people are the reason Borders is closed, which happened to be my favorite place."

Oh well.