Loftwings and Demons

It's interesting to think of how I feel about my actual experiences vs things I read about in fiction.  Like a lot of things I want to read about fall into the category of things I never ever want to experience in real life.  Of course, then there are the things I neither want to read about nor experience, like high school (one reason I avoid high school AU's--I have a very strong enmity for that particular topic).  Then there are things I want to experience in real life, but have little interest in reading extensively about in fiction.  For example, I enjoy playing videogames and sleeping, but I do not want to read stories that feature either of those topics extensively.  I don't want to read about a character just going through their daily routine especially efficiently, no matter how much I appreciate those times when I can do so myself. 

My goal when reading fiction is to feel excitement or catharsis, whereas my goal for the events of my life is often for them to be as aggressively boring to others as possible; to me there are few merits to living an exciting (ie. usually terrifying) life.  I suppose fiction is just often my outlet for the kinds of experiences and emotions that I try to avoid in real life.  Whereas those things I can enjoy in real life tend to seem like a pale and pointless shadow of themselves when fictionalized.