It happens more often now; while I am driving, during meetings at work, waiting in line at the cash register in the supermarket… pretty much everywhere and all the time. I fantasize about the possibility of a life that’s certainly not mine, but it looks exactly as I wish it could be. It did not bother me at first, but now I am a little concern. For the most part of my adulthood I was a charismatic type of guy. The kind that would talk to strangers on the street for no reason, very extroverted and even funny, as I recall some people call me. That’s not me anymore. I have changed for worse I guess. Since this new dreamy character took over, I spend most of my day in silence, sort of gone, living in a different reality; the desired truth. The biggest problem right now is that I am not sure I see this as a problem at all. I really like my alternative reality. In this world waking up in the morning makes sense. The best I can describe it is comparing it to when I was a kid and we gather (girls and boys of the same age) by the little park in front of the building we used to live to run around. We used to take turns in the role play of life pretending to be doctors and lawyers and politicians running for president. This new person I became is like a copy of that boy that played games back then with the only difference that now I am playing all alone.
It happens more often now; I fantasize about the possibility of a life that’s certainly not mine, but it looks exactly as I wish it could be.