If Christopher Nolan isn't a Christian, he should be. Watching the summer's best movie corrupt my pea-sized brain was incredible. That is, until I was its next captive.

Someone planted a thought in my brain.

Last night. I. Broke. Down. For whatever reason I couldn't tolerate my living situation anymore. Full time writer = parents pad. Doesn't sound so cool when you're 28 and single. Yeah, I'm a published author, yada yada yada...but the sting of losing my independence is still fresh in the brain. 

So who planted the thought? (This is the worst) *Only continue reading if you enjoy brutal honesty about the single life.

When I'm lonely I go online more.

When I go online more I browse guys profiles.

When I browse guys profiles I tend to remember old flings.

When I remember old flings I usually contact one (or more).

When I contact them sometimes they accept.

When they accept I go on a date.

When I go on a date bad things happen.

Like inception.

I can't even believe I'm saying this, but it's true. So we're (the old fling and I) walking along the beach in Carlsbad off Tamarack and Coast Hwy and he says to me, "so when do you think you're going to move out of your parents house?" (Insert thought here.) My mind went directly to more questions...

"So we can make out?" "Spend some quality alone time together?" "Be perceived as a normal person?" What? But, he didn't say anything more. Part of the reason why I didn't keep him around. The boy doesn't talk. Much.

For the past few weeks I couldn't put my finger on what was bothering me.

When I'm upset I withdraw.

When I withdraw I spent more time alone.

When I spend time alone I usually lose touch with God, not just people.

When I lose touch with God I get writers block.

When I get writers block I ...

See? That was my freight train the past couple weeks. Here I am supposed to be fighting other people's battles daily by praying and encouraging them to connect with God while I've got my own freaggin freight train going through MY head. 

The dark knight stole the memento by planting a thought in my brain: Inception unaccepted.