I often daydream. It's a problem I have, really. I do it too much. It's my safe, happy place. I suppose we all do it, but I've turned it into a defense mechanisim. And somewhat of a crutch. See, rather than actually working on the problems in my life, I daydream about how it would be if they all went away. This usually involves winning the lottery or something similar that would enable me to do what I want, when I want. I'm smart enough to know that gobs of money wont solve my problems or really bring me what I want.
I really don't know where I'm going with this, it just feels good to write. The last several months have been pretty hard for me and I've internalized a great deal. Well on my way to becoming an all inclusive society with the voices in my head, not needing external sources of company. That's really just another daydream.
I wish I could fix everything. Some things I know I can, and some I know I can't. I know, you're thinking I should quit whining, suck it up, and hit the bottle or something. Sounds good. 'Cept the sucking it up part.
Anyways, this all really had no point. Sorry to waste your time. I'm good at wasting my own, so I thought I'd branch out.
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