Go buy me a donut

I do not consider myself a heavy collector of anything, especially not recently. I have been acquiring a large number of textbooks against my will but that is about it for me right now. Tonight I heard that Herman Cain guy say something hilariously random in one of his recovery speeches that started a train of thought rolling like a boulder down a hill breaking off into a handful of tangents that traveled so far that I had a hard time finding my way back to the original thought that inspired my mental pilgrimage. Here’s one I came back with. Back in the good ol’ days I had my hands in several different things. I was a mild collector of knives, legos and, much like everyone else, I collected Pokemon cards. Those were the days when it was fresh and legit. There was no shame in it, even the coolest kids in school were involved. Apart from Pokemon there was another trading card game that I never thought to try. It was called Magic: The Gathering and at the time was too complicated for my feeble mind and I lost what little interest I had. The art work was fun but it was not of any consequence to me… until recently. It was not too long ago that I realized I was a main character in the game. You think I would have known sooner just how involved I was in the magic universe.      Behold my awesomeness

Jace the mind sculptor, a mind mage and a wielder of blue magic who is described as a planeswalker with a specialization in mind reading, mind control and illusion. Even I didn’t know I was that interesting. If only it were true right? To be able to have control over the minds of others. I can’t even convince Donovan to buy me a donut, despite my large arsenal of coercion,  threatening, dominating and begging techniques. I have already accepted my failings when it comes to imposition of will so looks like I’m going to have to stay in school.

At least Im not that emo or have problems with women who are pyromancers. It’s funny that my supernatural alter ego is all about knowing what people are thinking considering in reality I’m the opposite. I have trouble reading and understanding people when they aren’t being blatantly obvious. It’s hard to live up to the expectations of others when you have no idea what they are. It is especially after watching a couple episodes of Lie To Me that I envy the ability to understand someone perfectly. How easy it is to like a super hero who’s power is your weakness. Except for if one of your weaknesses is insomnia. I wouldn’t consider sleeping too much a good super power.