I don’t know if you’ve ever seen the movie “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.” If you haven’t. I really suggest you do; based on the fact that it’s one of the most astonishing films I’ve witnessed in a long while. It spoke to me on such a strong level that it really just blew my mind all over the place. Essentially, the film begins by describing me, I mean Walter Mitty, a normal man, who spends the majority of his time daydreaming about the life he’d like to have and the outlandish adventures he wish filled his days as the world passes him by. He makes a dating profile, and is having trouble filling out many of the sections, as he doesn’t do a whole lot with his life. Coincidentally, he actually only likes one girl whom he knows in real life. (This sounds so familiar.) .. I really don’t wanna give a lot away. You’ll just have to watch the movie to find out the rest.
Relatably. That’s just really where I’m at in life. (I’m aware relatably isn’t actually a word. But it should be. So, it is now. This is my world. Deal.) I spend the majority of my time day dreaming. I don’t know why it’s considered such a bad thing. It makes me happy. And I enjoy my time away from the world. Much like a dream, I fill my head with memories of things that never actually happened. But, there’s where it all gets tricky. What does it matter if other people remember it so long as I do? No one aside from myself remembers me eating breakfast this morning, but yet, I’m not expected to just pretend that never happened or deal with it or whatever. I mean. Anything that anyone does entirely alone is the same way. So Why can’t I have my fantasies? My only real issue from them, Is that I have to wake up, so to speak. Legitimately, I’m gonna win the lottery tonight. I mean, that’s happening. Sorry everyone else. So, today, I did what any reasonable person about to win the lottery would do, and went to my job and suffered in the heat all day long. Most importantly though, while doing that, I… or we.. Me and … a girl.. that.. I’m not dating.. and.. ….. isn’t… particularly available, per say… maybe.. ….. planned our post lottery wedding. Woot. That gold digging slut right? .. Whatever. I love her to pieces either way, and I had an amazing day. It made me extremely happy. Now the day is done. And none of it is happening.. But I still had fun planning it. So, why can’t I have that memory? Who are you to tell me what memories I can and can’t keep? One of my favorite memories to go to anytime I feel sad or alone, is from a dream. I remember better than what I had for breakfast.. And most importantly, it never went bad. There was no ending. No falling out. No sadness. No adulteration of my perfect reality. I just woke up. With a perfect memory. Yes, I was the only one there. But I don’t understand how that’s any different at all than when I go hiking by myself? I mean…. other than when I go hiking I’ll randomly encounter old people on occasion… and they stare at me weird… cause I don’t have on a shirt…. and .. I’m paper white…. and fat.. .. Atleast in my dream no one judged me. Pfft. Old people. Atleast I don’t break my hip during sex.. oh.. wait.. that. uh.. well.. I don’t have sex. But.. .. …er… that was a terrible … …(I just sat and stared into space for like a good 5 minutes question what exactly I’m doing with my life..) So. Yea. Whatever. I have my memories. Go to hell.
So. We’ve got it figure out. Catering. Venue. Flowers. Cake. The Exit. The size. Well.. Almost.. we never Quite decided on a dress.. but.. I mean. Come on.. When You’ve got as much money as I’ll have You’ll just get one custom made.. PFFT. .. The honeymoon. Which I’m actually pretty excited about. Her wedding gift from me. I mean.. It’s just this little thing.. only like.. $575,000. Pocket change really. .. I think I’m now more excited about buying her car than mine… Is that weird? Am I weird.. ? … It is.. Isn’t it… Somethings wrong with me.. … Naaaah. But really though. I love the cake and flowers so much.. I want them like.. .. Even If I don’t get married. I love them. … Omg. I’m so excited. I can’t wait.. … >.> …. Whatever. If you don’t sit around and have vivid fantasies about ridiculous things you’ll never have.. You’re a liar. And ALSO. I’m gonna be rich. That’s a thing.. And.. I can have my wedding. That’s not like.. a .. I mean.. that’s like.. Those are real.. I mean that could happen.. All I’m missing is a bride.. And. I.. Can .. (try) to be patient.
Speaking of being patient.. It’s been decided that this is where we’re living… and..
I don’t know where it is. And I don’t know who owns it. But I will find it. And I will buy it.
Also. Just in case you were wondering. And. I know you were.
This is the cake..
And these are the flowers.
Be REAL Jealous. Cause. Basically your wedding was no where near as good as mine. I’m sorry.. It happens. I gotta win some things…
… As a fall back plan. If I can’t have any of these things.. I’ll accept:
As my consolation prize. … I’d make do. Although at this point… the wedding and things are sounding fantastic.
I apologize for getting side tracked. I really had no intent on going that in-depth. I just got so excited and then couldn’t stop. You know how us little girls are when you get us talking about our future wedding plans. It’s alright.
But, If you’ve made it this far. I’d just like to offer you my personal little nugget of wisdom and opinion on the world. I mean, if you can achieve something, go for it. By no means am I telling you to just never do anything and make it all up in your head. I do no promote inception. Aka. Dear Future Bride. You should probably just marry me. Cause. I mean.. Well yea. Back to the matter at hand though, There’s no harm in day dreaming a little. Sometimes life is stressful and you just gotta stick with the grind. There is absolutely no reason you can’t just take a few minutes to yourself and invent a happy place in your head. Be married. Be cuddled up with your lover in a chair on a porch in a cabin in the mountains watching the full spectrum barrage of autumn leaves dance in the wind. Yea, it may not be real, and it may never come true, but if it makes you smile, and helps you escape for just a few moments, then you go to that happy place, where ever it may be for you. On a sunny beach, sand in your toes, ocean breeze in your hair. Making a snow angel on a snow covered mountain side. Swayin’ in a porch swing, watching the cattle roam, on your vast open ranch. Laying half-out of a little tent, in a dark corner of the world, away from everyone and everything, staring at the lights dancing across the heavens, just enjoying the vastness and feeling small. You make your place in your head. And you go there. You create your memories if you want to. Nobody can control what’s in your mind unless you let em. And as far as I’m concerned. If it puts a smile on my face, I’m holding on to it. To hell with what the rest of the world believes. That may be your definition of delusion. But as I said, it makes me smile, and who are you to take that from me?
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