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Daydreaming is one of my strengths. When I'm bored I zone out until I am like an elephant seal on a dive (they go into comas). I have two modes. The first is social where I feel I can barely shut my eyes lest I miss a moment. The second is this comatose state; which I do not prefer. However daydreaming gives me a chance to organize my mind. They say that at night all of your memories from the day are filed and compressed. If I can witness this process then I have control of the filing.
Being a dreamer creates the potential for letdown, but it also helps to makes everyday life into art or an adventure. I'm not saying that I reside in Lala-land. The horrors and tragedies of life are magnificent in size, but they always shrink as time goes on. The magic of daydreaming is that something that happened years and years ago can seem just as glorious. My five year old self napping under bright sunflowers during the summer has the mind of my current day self, and the experience is no less meaningful. I'm proud of my younger self for realizing the importance of such an experience and storing it away.
Happy memories are the reason why relationships are so difficult to get over. First kisses remembered effect the stomach in the same way they did, but leave an ache that is hard to remove. Bittersweet is the word given to this phenomena. That is hard enough to deal with. Imagine having negative memories relived in this amplified way. I bet that's how PTSD happens. There is probably a filter in the human mind that helps us to deal with the past by blurring it.
I hope the future is not boring. I hope I can still create images that are exciting in my head.
Being a dreamer creates the potential for letdown, but it also helps to makes everyday life into art or an adventure. I'm not saying that I reside in Lala-land. The horrors and tragedies of life are magnificent in size, but they always shrink as time goes on. The magic of daydreaming is that something that happened years and years ago can seem just as glorious. My five year old self napping under bright sunflowers during the summer has the mind of my current day self, and the experience is no less meaningful. I'm proud of my younger self for realizing the importance of such an experience and storing it away.
Happy memories are the reason why relationships are so difficult to get over. First kisses remembered effect the stomach in the same way they did, but leave an ache that is hard to remove. Bittersweet is the word given to this phenomena. That is hard enough to deal with. Imagine having negative memories relived in this amplified way. I bet that's how PTSD happens. There is probably a filter in the human mind that helps us to deal with the past by blurring it.
I hope the future is not boring. I hope I can still create images that are exciting in my head.