David
Days spent pretending to be a genius while doodling through boring lectures have passed so rapidly that a decade has gone by without a single significant academic or professional accomplishment.
In other words, I’m a writer. Or, at least, I occasionally write stuff about things.
I’ll never attain the megalomaniacal accomplishments I do in my daydreams, but I hope through sincerely exploring who I am in a dedicated manner, I can uncover revelations about myself that are more meaningful than the errant daydream about leading a planetary army against a fanatical sect of ruthless terraformers.
Regrettably, I’ll never be immortalized standing upon a defeated enemy, holding my raygun aloft, but, I suppose, that’s the price for giving up my dreams. Instead, I get to worry about the location of commas, colons, and the inadequacy of my vocabulary.