Only in Dreams

You know, I think if I were a food, I would be sea urchin, foie gras, truffles, something along those lines. Something uncommon and noteworthy but not particularly popular and honestly not particularly palatable. Any food described as an "acquired taste," that's my category in the if-you-were-a-food game.

I will get over it after a good night's rest or perhaps completely if the universe ever validates or vindicated my choices, but today I feel as if I'm too uncommon and not appealing enough. That I will sit in my bed on my laptop all the days of my life trying to forge connections through the internet that I don't initiate in person. That I will meet cute guys on the street and then run away from them as quickly as possible because it's easier than seeing it through. From a book describing my apparent Meyers-Brigg characteristics and implications:

Finally, individuals in this category are so gifted in imagination that they may prefer the fantasy to reality and the dream to the action. If they combine this preference for imagination with their skill for writing lyrically, they may become great novelists. Indeed happiness for the diehard person in this category is when dreams actually come true.