Wisdom
I'm fine with him getting chopped up by a teenager.
I see what you're saying, but I'm not cut out for being a normal person, still. Or again. Or whatever. I'm thinking about joining the police just to get out of the house, do some good in the world. I know it's mostly writing reports and pulling over teenagers on their cell phones, but it helps, and there's always the chance I can get into something more interesting. I kind of feel like I'm only alive when someone's threatening me. Facing down a feral, insane Wolverine has been the highlight of my week, and I got laid so hard I'm still sore a couple days later.
Maybe it'll go away when the harsh realities of the real world hit me, and honestly I hope it does. But I know that I'm incapable of sitting still and staying in one spot in the dreams, and I feel like that when I'm awake, too.
But whatever, this isn't really about me. I'm more worried about Logan than antsy and looking for adventure.