Am I the only one who can get so sucked up into her dreamworld? Who can get so attached to a book, she never wants to finish it cause it makes her feel as if someone precious died? Who can get so attached to a TV show, that she cries a little when it's all over?
Cause really, sometimes I feel so weird cause I'm often to be found in my dreamworld. My imaginary world, my thoughts, my..ramblings. I'm often scared to admit I'm heavily addicted to a certain TV show, cause I often feel I'm the only person feeling that way. I often feel I'm this weirdo freak who tends to escape reality, drowning in either books or TV series.
As a child I always made up stories and people, pretended I was with certain people, talked to them etc...I can watch a certain TV serie for hours and hours a day, totally getting sucked into it. I wanna own certain DVD's of TV shows I used to watch and love, just so that from time to time I can go 'back' in time. Same goes for books and certain music. And again, I often feel it's just me, weirdo. And why is there this need to collect all those things, re-watch them, re-read them etc...? Is it because you're looking for a certain comfort, or...what? I don't know...Should I worry about it? I don't think so, though sometimes I think it's just so weird and unnatural. But then again, shouldn't you be doing the things you feel are right for you?
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Something completely different: last night I wanted to go to sleep and almost switched off the light in my bedroom when my eye caught something on the wall. It was a kinda big spider. Now...certain spiders don't do me much, especially the smaller ones. But this one was black and kinda big and he just sat still. And I watched it, totally freaked out. I didn't know what to do: kill it? How, with what, wouldn't it jump me, run towards me, fall down onto me? Should I get the hover and suck it up with it? But it was almost midnight, so too noisy. Should I try to watch it in a box? Too scary as well. I think I sat there for a bout 15 minutes, wishing my dad was around to catch it for me. Then I decided to try to fall asleep, pulled the blanket all over my head.
This morning I woke up and of course the spider had moved. It's somewhere now, could even be in my bed for that matter, and I hate that I don't know where it is.
Spiders just scare the shit out of me. I tried to be rational about it last night, tried to overcome my fear, but it just did not work, at all. They terrify my, especially the big ones, or the sorta hairy ones. I so wish I wouldn't be afraid of them, would make my life so much easier, especially around Autumn. Brrr....
Cause really, sometimes I feel so weird cause I'm often to be found in my dreamworld. My imaginary world, my thoughts, my..ramblings. I'm often scared to admit I'm heavily addicted to a certain TV show, cause I often feel I'm the only person feeling that way. I often feel I'm this weirdo freak who tends to escape reality, drowning in either books or TV series.
As a child I always made up stories and people, pretended I was with certain people, talked to them etc...I can watch a certain TV serie for hours and hours a day, totally getting sucked into it. I wanna own certain DVD's of TV shows I used to watch and love, just so that from time to time I can go 'back' in time. Same goes for books and certain music. And again, I often feel it's just me, weirdo. And why is there this need to collect all those things, re-watch them, re-read them etc...? Is it because you're looking for a certain comfort, or...what? I don't know...Should I worry about it? I don't think so, though sometimes I think it's just so weird and unnatural. But then again, shouldn't you be doing the things you feel are right for you?
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Something completely different: last night I wanted to go to sleep and almost switched off the light in my bedroom when my eye caught something on the wall. It was a kinda big spider. Now...certain spiders don't do me much, especially the smaller ones. But this one was black and kinda big and he just sat still. And I watched it, totally freaked out. I didn't know what to do: kill it? How, with what, wouldn't it jump me, run towards me, fall down onto me? Should I get the hover and suck it up with it? But it was almost midnight, so too noisy. Should I try to watch it in a box? Too scary as well. I think I sat there for a bout 15 minutes, wishing my dad was around to catch it for me. Then I decided to try to fall asleep, pulled the blanket all over my head.
This morning I woke up and of course the spider had moved. It's somewhere now, could even be in my bed for that matter, and I hate that I don't know where it is.
Spiders just scare the shit out of me. I tried to be rational about it last night, tried to overcome my fear, but it just did not work, at all. They terrify my, especially the big ones, or the sorta hairy ones. I so wish I wouldn't be afraid of them, would make my life so much easier, especially around Autumn. Brrr....