Wednesday, 12 September 2012

A Form of Masochism.

I’ve always been prone to dreaming of things I can’t have in waking life – people and places, mostly. If I’m in a place where I don’t want to be, I dream frequently about being somewhere else. For a while I feel released and happy, and then I wake up. It’s the same with people.

I suppose we all do it. Why? Why don’t we dream instead of being in a situation that’s even worse, and then waking up would be a relief, wouldn’t it?

In my case, I put it down to being an incurable optimist. I learned long ago that optimists suffer much more than pessimists do. Being an optimist sets you up for regular disappointments.

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