The most annoying five words (technically six) in the entire English language.
Have you ever been just sitting around, lost in thought, and some concerned citizen approaches and asks, “What’s the matter? You look like you’re about to cry!” Always, you reply, “I’m fine, I’m just thinking.”
Five minutes later. Same. Exact. Thing.
Well, I wasn’t upset the first time, but you can bet I probably am now.
I like to sit around, surrounded by my thoughts. Chances are, if I’m just sitting on my bed, staring at the ceiling, or at my desk, staring out the window or at the shifting background of my computer screen, my mind is in a completely different world. And usually, when I’m thinking about a completely different world, my face just looks blank. And apparently that blank face looks like it’s seconds from tears.
But lately? My imagination has become so vivid that my daydreams have become almost physical. My body tenses when the situation in my head gets tense. My heart pounds like I’m the one with the gun pointed at her head, and not my character. If something happy happens, I can’t help but grin from ear to ear.
I thought your imagination was supposed to dull as you got older. Guess not.
So if you ever find me curled up in a dark room, shaking because I’ve somehow scared myself silly with my own imagination, do me a favor and turn the lights on. And then leave me alone, because I’m gonna need to rescue my imaginary characters from whatever deathtrap I’ve put them in. Or start over. Because chances are, if they’re in that deep, I won’t know how to fix it.