Meteorites and Reality.
I have always lived in my own bubble. My own perfect little bubble. Everyone around me knew it. I am known for living in my pseudo reality. I love my bubble. It is my safe haven. It is my whole life. It is my version of a Reality – a pseudo-reality. My own Fantasy land.
My parents wonder if I will ever grow up and live in the real world. Some of my friends envy my ability to not be affected by the real world. Others believe the bubble will be my undoing. They too – like my parents – believe that I need to find a way out of the bubble .. because (as they say) “The real world waits for no man.”
Me? I am okay. I don’t care what they think. I am content inside my bubble. I am okay and “okay” is good enough. I will not claim to be the happiest person in the world because I have a bubble to hide in. Yes, I know that my bubble is my way of hiding from the real world. But it has never done me any harm. And I know that most of them are right – this bubble isn’t going to save me from the real world. After all, it is a bubble. One prick from something sharp enough and my bubble will be gone forever.
I’d be lying if I said my bubble has never been threatened. In fact, I could say that it has been broken multiple times and reality has come crashing down on me like a Meteorite .. but I have managed to blow the bubble back up around me every single time.
I thus began objectifying the Reality as a Meteorite coming crashing down on my bubble of fantasy. So, that is what this blog is going to be about – anything and everything that my twisted mind, lost in my bubble, conjures up while always being in danger of being popped and crushed by my own personal Meteorite.
Hope it’s worth wasting my time over .. and yours.