I’m a day dreamer. I build castles in the sky and find expansive landscapes filled with rabbits and old ladies with walking sticks in the clouds. I create, often elaborate, fantasies about the future - next week, next month, next year. Sometimes I play these scenarios over and over in my mind, tweaking them and attempting to create the ultimate game of make believe.
You might call it an over-active imagination, some could even say it’s a profound level of procrastination manifesting itself in the pointless creation of fantasy.
I know I will, because shit, maybe my hair will look that good one day.