No Imagination

Sometimes when I am walking around I imagine I am
on a tennis court and swing my arms around like I am playing
tennis which is pretty embarrassing/annoying for anyone
walking with me. I don't think I do this because I am really
obsessed with tennis (although I am), I do it because it
fills the void that was created when I stopped imagining I
was on another planet/in a jungle/secret-cave-base fighting
alien creatures/evil robot soldiers/Micheal Phillips (a guy from
my school who was massive jerk but Laura Wells still liked
him because he was good at swimming or something stupid
so I would imagine that he went crazy and murdered everyone
and I was defending their honor). I played these kind of
games way past the age where it is appropriate to play these
kinds of games. Fighting creatures was eventually replaced
with pretending I was in a famous band which was replaced
by tennis (although I have been known to still play
air-instruments from time to time).
      Today I walked through the beautiful forest behind our
house which in the past would have been the perfect
inspiration for my young mind to think of evil creatures that
needed to be killed. I thought, 'why not' and tried to picture
myself doing some kind of magic-fighty thing with some kind
magic-fighty creature. It didn't really work. I couldn't really
think of anything. It wasn't very fun. Growing up sucks

Enough About Me

I haven't really had much to say recently so why don't you
tell me about YOUR feelings?