Okay, so I really. really wish I was Jason Bourne. I mean, not literally, I don't want to be a boy, but I would really like to be a secret agent right about now. I'm pretty sure that's impossible because my poker face stinks and I think you need extensive knowledge on foreign languages and butt kicking to be a spy, but a girl can dream, can't she?
I think it all began when I was six years old. I have multiple journal entries chronicling my adventures being a 'sby'. And from there, my life has been a little bit incomplete because I'm not in the CIA.
I'm not going to lie to you, to this day I still pretend I'm an agent of some secret organization, engaging in clandestine operations and hiding my true intent from everyone around me.
I would look just like that girl over there on the left (except blonde, and a litttle less slinky) and I would be the lady who no one suspected of anything nefarious. Meanwhile, as they were thinking I was a harmless girl, I would have intersected crucial information and memorized the placement of every single item in the room and where their incriminating evidence was hidden. That type of spy.
I actually checked out the CIA website, and aside from realizing fully the fact that I am missing multiple important credentials, I was really hit with the realization you would actually have to kill people. That's not really something I am prepared to do. Let's ignore the fact that you have to be scary book smart and um... risk dying, the important thing keeping me from my dream job is that I don't want to have to whack people off.
Therefore I've come to the firm conclusion that before I die, I will write a story about a girl who is in the CIA and live vicariously through her. I've found that one of the most prevalent themes in my stories are spies, intrigue, and probably a girl falling in love with a man who is intriguing and a spy, I guess it's kind of an obvious course for me.