a problem of rolemodels

It ocurred t0 me this evening that my love of fantasy fiction may be causing me some trouble in my life expectations. Unlike many young women of my generation I am generally untroubled by what I've heard described as "the Disney princess complex." That is the idea that meeting the right guy will solve all of my emotional problems and we'll live happily ever after.
However fantasy literature may have done me a disservice in another way. I might have what I will call a "fantasy warrior" complex. I expect that I will one of these days develop special talents or magical powers. After all, I'm a perfect candidate for the job I'm currently unextraordinary, confused and uncertain of direction. All of this can been explained quite easily in the fantasy universe. I'm actually quite extraordinary. I just haven't quite noticed yet. Any day now my magical abilities will kick in and I know my place in the world and follow the path I was born to follow. As a matter of fact a great man or woman with mysterious sight into the future and a very friendly cat foretold it. I will fight dragons and outsmart wizards. I will navigate labyrinths and find I have the ability to open doors just as my life depends upon it. Oh yeah and I'll be incredibly good looking while doing it. My lovers will always be super hot too.Why not. Sounds more interesting than a life of closed doors, turned down job applications and day to day ordinary.
That's the trouble I guess, all my life I've wanted to be a character from a fiction novel, and I'm having a hard time living my dream. I wonder why :P