I could be accurately accused of living a life of the mind. Most of the best things that ever happen to or around me happen in my imagination. I was thinking in the middle of a daydream about my daydream themes, what they are, what they are about, the likely cast and roles. From my analysis I determined my daydreams fit into 4 categories; about a boy, fears of violence, revenge, king of the world.
About a boy: Just what you think it is. It can be romantic or just an important man in my life. A boss, a really nice guy I ran into the other night and wished I had talked to more. A guy I haven't met yet that I hope exists and hope even more that he's amazing and into me without some fatal flaw that explains why he's available and interested in me.
Fear of violence: Ninja scenarios. Mental rehearsal for what I might encounter on the street. Useful in that it led to my consideration of dog poop as a weapon. It hasn't been deployed as such but I always feel good knowing it's there and really likely to buy me some time should I have to whip it at someone's head. Also why I sleep with batons and sticks around my bed because I figure with my eyesight, better to swing a police baton in the dark than fire a weapon.
Revenge: Setting people up without getting my hands dirty. Provoking a terrible boss into sinking their own ship, meeting the crap sack I once dated looking awesome while he wants me so badly it dents his happy little life. These daydreams are my emotional editing room. I spend a lot of time within the daydream working through scenarios, trying to figure how to make things work as if they might someday happen. Like how can I be sure I will look amazing the day I run into crap sack ex when on balance my look is usually somewhere between homeless chic and soccer mom who hopes she doesn't run into anyone important. Occasionally, I rock out the 'I have a meeting today' look but that won't be the day I see anyone but a new old black man I hadn't previously noticed. So I've worked out that I will only daydream about seeing crap sack ex in conjunction with a reception or formal affair.
King of the World (aka, I get to meet and work with Tina Fey who thinks I'm pretty swell): I do something awesome and everyone else thinks it's awesome too. Whether I save a box of kittens, make some overwhelming contribution to the nation, or publish a book, the awesome thing ends up giving me access to people I wish I knew now because I admire what they do. Like Tina Fey. Or President Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama. Or Tina Fey.
Seriously, daydreaming is awesome.
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