I posted this two years ago:

you spent half of your life trying to fall behind
you’re using your headphones to drown out your mind
it was so easy, and the words so sweet
you can’t remember you try to move your feet

– Itzah C. Kret

At the time, it wasn’t understood the way it should have been. I should have expected that “admitting” to living in a world of fantasy was setting myself up for judgement. I should have known that some people just wouldn’t “get it”.

Tonight, I’m going to see the last Harry Potter. The final movie before it’s all over, after which I’ll be left with some amazing movies to watch again and again. I can see where some people (again) wouldn’t understand what it is about Harry Potter (and Twilight, and World of Warcraft) that make me so happy. I can see where it makes me seem like a “loser” to genuinely enjoy these things at twenty six years old, but I can’t explain it, these things make me happy. Maybe it has something to do with living in a world where these things exist, where the imagination of one person (or several people) became something real, and has given a lot of people hope for their own life.

Doesn’t that sound silly? That World of Warcraft could possibly have given someone hope? To a lot of people, that’s a ridiculous thought, but I “get it” and it makes me happy. I mean, if you’ve ever picked flowers and created an enchanted potion out of them, while playing a character you call Bearclaws who looks exactly how you imagined her, while running around these different fantasy worlds with friends…you’d get it too.

I live in my own little world of happiness and fantasy.
So if your world consists of negativity and bitchiness, but all means, keep your “reality” away from me.