Maybe I should lay off the scifi

I have spent the last 11 months soaking up scifi like a slice of dry alien bread. Last August I signed up for a DVR and Internet package that included the SciFi (now SyFy) and BBC America channels, which I haven't had in years. Since then I've watched every one of the following shows from beginning to end: Firefly, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Battlestar Galactica, Stargate: SG1, Stargate: Atlantis, Primeval, Moonlight, and Enterprise. I'm also keenly interested in the upcoming 2nd seasons of Fringe, Sanctuary and Dollhouse, and after just one episode I am riveted by Being Human.

I'm starting to notice a problem and I think it's directly related to the scifi saturation. Regular life bores me. I'm becoming depressed that I'm not an astrophysicist like Samantha Carter or a plucky policewoman like Gwen Cooper. Why? Because if there was a secret space alien program I wouldn't stand a chance of being selected for it. I mean, really, my only shot is a one-in-a-million chance of being in the right place (London) at the right time (when the Daleks are attacking) and bumping into a Time Lord with a blue policebox who just happens to be looking for an ordinary gal to tag along and see the galaxy. Not very likely, is it?

I've also read a lot of scifi and fantasy books over the last year. I come out of them feeling lost because I've never seen giant sandworms in the desert, I don't know where any dragon eggs are hatching so I can bond with a newborn dragon, if I do have a daemon it's invisible, and I'm pretty sure the Three Laws of Robotics have not been programmed into my vacuum cleaner. Oh, and automated cars on tracks would solve a ton of traffic problems so why don't we have them?

I totally believe there's life Out There. The universe is too big for us to be the only ones. I'm impatient. I want adventure! And then I'm back to being depressed because I know I am in no way qualified to be part of something like that. So pass the Cheetos and I guess I'll start watching Eureka.