“Everything you can imagine is real” said Pablo Picasso but what happens when the reality is so far away from the imagination?
We all imagine a way in which things are supposed to happen and we even go further and create all the details in our mind. I, for one, exaggerate in the details and I don’t make it all perfect just the outcome :). To bad that my imagination is so much better than the reality.
First of all, I really did hope that my cat with jump in my arms when I came back home but …. I almost lost my finger because of her And it is really hard to type without an index finger (it’s still there but to numb to type)
And don’t forget the dream trip that turns out to be no more then ordinary. Thank God for the nights when you can go crazy without fear of retribution!
Trust me when I say this driving is not all that pleasant especially on a bumpy road like those in the country side. Sure it has its perks and I really love it at times but I still don’t have my dream car and I admit I am not the driver from my imagination
You know you get those stuff in the mail that tell you that you won something! You get all wrapped up and imagine what can it be in that tiny thingy. Don’t you dare get your hopes up because they’ll only drag you down once you open it
Friends will be friends in both places just that in the imagination…. (well you get the point, you’re perfect there)
Oh and the prince charming thing… it doesn’t matter where you meet him (sea side, bar, a walk) he ain’t that charming in the sunlight or after you get your head form the clouds
In my imaginary world those things never happen :)) it can get boring but I never get to spend enough time there to get tired of it (damn alarm clock)
Just so you know: I respect reality, I even look her straight in the eye, just that I chose to ignore her from time to time

So sue me for being a hopeless dreamer