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You may dislike labels, but I personally, ((As opposed to the impersonal I.)) am quite the fan of them.  How else would I know your mother is a "lady of the night?" ((Oh, I'll tell you how else I'd know.  You're not going to like it.  But she did, if you know what I mean.)) Surely, just because I'm only paid as a minimum wage employee, that isn't the crux of my life.  Why, I'm a writer and a dreamer before that!

Ah to be a dreamer.  What a noble profession.  A dreamer is one who performs an activity usually relegated to a time of sleep during the less comfortable daylight hours.  You never hear about police officers that fight crime where there is no crime.  They're called "crazy."  Yet a dreamer comes up with fantastic ideas and isn't the slightest bit worried that they have no bearing on reality.  It doesn't bother them that in their minds they can go from never trying or applying themselves one minute to wild raging success the next.  They'll later write a memoir to make the common-man feel good.  Full of bits about how they got poor marks in school, and were just extraordinarily lucky with being recognized.  It's important to make the common-man feel good, just ask the common-man!

Dreamers have what you haven't got.  The ability to not care that something is unfeasible, if they want to hope for it, they do.  Now don't get me wrong, you don't have to have big thoughts to be a dreamer.  Anyone can do it!  Here, give it a shot.  Imagine you're sitting there.  On that bench.  No, not there.  That's where your ideal significant other is.  You know, the tall, handsome, attractive, well-off, well-known, well-built, kindly, bilingual, down-to-earth gent/lady.  You nearly sat on them.  How embarrassing.  Imagine sitting next to them.  Oh haha, you missed the bench.  That was suave.  Try again, right in between the significant and the edge of the bench.  There you go.  Then you'll talk about whatever comes to mind.  After that awkward conversation about sex and child-rearing or STDs they'll get up and walk away.  Congratulations.  You're now a fully fledged dreamer.

So hear me when I say I'm labled.  I am a gamer, a game designer, a writer, and a comedian.  I am all of these things necessarily.  How can someone who writes something not be a writer?  How can someone who thinks and occasionally feels funny not be a comedian?  Sure, other people may not laugh and may not read but who are they tel tell me what I am based on how they see?

So again I say, I'm a writer, a dreamer, and a comedian.  What are you? ((Gentle reader, do not be ashamed if your list consists of "twat monger" and "dick wad."  But please do contact the authorities and express to them your labels.  I'm sure they'll be happy to listen and help out.))