I want to be the Dalai Lama, or Buddha. No. I'm totally serious. One would hope I could do it without shaving my head and having to wear maroon and yellow next to each other, because *shudder* hideous. Young painfully white materialistic woman becomes 10th avatar of Vishnu (or 22 depending on the reckoning)? I doubt those things happen over night. But, like, I'm so tired of myself, and my earthly hang ups.
It would be so wonderful if everything could just be zen, and I would only think about tea ceremony, my rock garden, and a series of frothy plant related haikus. I'm pretty sure that's doing it wrong, but seriously, I think meditating for three months straight and having to worry about the 8-fold-path, is honestly FAR too difficult for me right now. Trying to figure out how prep school!Jared embarks on a loving soulful relationship with his arch-nemesis has officially destroyed my will to live. Jared, Jared, please, STOP BEING SO DIFFICULT, I'm half ready to join a convent.
I don't think they let you write porn in a convent. Maybe if I finagled political asylum or something. Probably wouldn't be able to get the catholic church to do that. You know, what with my whole pro-choice road-raging sex-before-marriaging incestuous-gay-porn-writing habits.
Oh hell. I'm pretty sure that's offensive to most religion.