Social Sparrow

I don't know why, but I've got this head full of modern-day Mary Sues who make brilliantly wonderful lives for themselves against the most devastating adversity. And I don't ever write their stories. No, that would be too easy and too silly. Instead, I keep on figuring out how they *could* accomplish these miraculous feats of luck-mixed-with-determination, using knowledge that I don't know how they could have gained. And the space they take up in my head is taking away from using that sort of resourcefulness in my very own life, and then it gets worse because I berate myself for failing to be a Modern Mary Sue.

I guess this is something I need to "call the Thought Police" on. :P