Life no longer holds infinite possibilities. At this point, I've made a lot of decisions in my life. I'm almost 20. Some possibilities are just not open to me anymore.
Aside from that, some things are just not very likely to happen.
As depressing as this sounds, I'm pretty okay with it. It's just a fact of life - not something that applies specifically to me. The universe is not against me. I will never sing in an a cappella group not because I couldn't sing well enough, if I wanted to, but because theater is more important to me, and I just don't have the time. I will never be a really good competitive-type horseback rider.
These things happen - or don't happen, as the case may be.
But, in order to make up for it, my subconscious has been giving me dreams the last couple of nights in which I do the things I'll never actually get to do in real life.
Night before last, I dreamed I met Beth, who plays Amber in The Tribe. She took me to where all the actors live, and I met everyone, and then Caleb, who plays Lex, demanded that the directors cast me in it, and they did. So I was going to be in The Tribe! And then Caleb... well, we'll just stop there, shall we?
Last night, I gave Neil Gaiman a ride from DC to Baltimore and back. Neil Gaiman. In my car. Talking to me. *dies* And then I told Masha about it, and she was really angry at me, for no apparent reason. Sorry, Masha.
Yay subconscious wish fulfillment!