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I picked the controller up after my boyfriend left the room. I never understood the fascination, but I wiggled the joystick and pushed some buttons, watching the screen character react accordingly. Moderately amusing, but nothing fascinating. Until I hit the wrong buttons together. Or maybe it was the right ones? But either way, my comfortable position on the couch vanished, the world started to disintegrate, and the last sound I heard was the controller hitting the floor before I found myself in his game.
I couldn't believe the stunt he'd just pulled. He'd gone from nobody to king of the school in seconds -- and while it made the administration look bad, he'd done it in a way that hurt nobody and caused no harm. He would be a legend. If only he had stopped there...
The loss seemed horrible at the time, but ended up being the best thing that could ever have happened to me! I was devastated, thought life would never be the same... And it wasn't. It was better. Wonderful, insanely, incredibly better.
After ten hours of sleep I should've been well rested, but the dreams that haunted me left me feeling more stressed and discombobulated than had I never gone to bed. If only I'd known then just how powerful those dreams would turn out to be.
I earned my degree feeling on top of the world. It took less than a year before I devastatingly realized it was the most expensive piece of paper I'd ever own, and worth less than the paper I could've bought at Staples.
It was such a disaster. In her worst nightmares, she'd never imagined the blind date could go *quite* so badly. It was the kind of story she couldn't have made up -- so unbelievable it had to be true.
The stars sparkled in the distant sky and Alissa thought through her future. If only she could get that far away. Start over. Distance would be her saviour.
"Let's chat." Such simple words but so many implications. From your boss? From your significant other? From an old friend? From a new friend? Who would you most like to hear them from? Why?
The daily grind was getting to me. So I did the only logical thing that made sense -- sold all my belongings except a backpack and some clothes and set out to walk around the world. One step at a time.
I was given the chance and I didn't take it. Fear - of failure, of success, of what others would say, of what others would think... These all stopped me. I was so young then. If only I'd realized what I'd really been given. If only I'd taken the opportunity presented. How different would life have been?
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