Daydreaming....a coping device first discovered in early childhood, perfected through twelve years of mind-numbing public schooling, and now properly and deeply instilled in my day-to-day existence here in my so-called life. The car show, and the histories there. People I'd run into. The stories and memories we'd share, but not have to speak about. The crazy web that ties us all together; let me offer an example: girlfriend. girlfriend's friend. go to work with girlfriend's friend's brother because he's dating a girl i used to party with and she hooks me up. through work, meet the girlfriend's friend's brother's friend. Then, go to a different job with said friend, and meet his sister, who is friends with all of them: the girl i used to party with, her ex-boyfriend, his friend that is also my coworker, AND somehow in there is the wife of my friend to whom i owe a bottle of gin. I'm going to buy him absinthe though. And THAT friend's sister-in-law used to want a dog from the guy i used to work for, and she was from the same town as this other girl, who's not really important, but there is a girl who's mom lives in that town that probably will never be any more important to me than she is now, but she was there at the same time i started dating the aforementioned girlfriend. Confused? i haven't even started.
Anyhow, what i started out to say was that perhaps one day someone will ask me "how are you?" at said car show, and i was thinking about what i would say...
"Well, I'm 25, completely out of debt, I own my own business, i'm engaged to a hot ___________________ (lets not jump ahead tooo far now!) and I'm in great shape. I am stable enough so that no matter what happens, i don't have to depend on anybody but myself, I do what I love every day of the year, and I only have great friends, no sorry wanna-be, halfass poser friends. Of course there are people i hang out with from time to time, but everyone knows their role. I've been all over the world, gone skydiving, heli-boarding, rode a motorcycle across Canada, and passed out on the beach in Mexico, just to name a few things." "How are you?" "Oh, I'm good, my job is so-so, I don't like where I live, i'm always paying bills, gas is so expensive, i don't feel like my boyfriend/girlfriend loves me as much as i love them...."
Ok, so maybe I need to make that 26 or 27....next May might be a long shot.
Turning daydreams in to reality is what life is all about.
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