The problem with fantasies

It's not that I am drawn to something that isn't real, or isn't realistic, or might not happen. The same way that everything dies, everything was born. Everything that is, wasn't, until it was. And screw the odds.

It's the way that when I have a fantasy, I avoid looking at the real person that the fantasy is about — because I might see that the they do not match the fantasy. (For me, a fantasy is usually about a person.)

It's the way that drifting off into fantasy amounts to forgetting or hiding from my own power, my own capability to live with what is real. If I recognized that I can live with what is real, then I would be pursuing this possibility in a spirit of curiosity. I would ask the questions that could make this possibility a reality, instead of staying quiet and focusing conversation on other topics.

The problem with fantasy isn't being drawn in. It's that it also averts my eyes from "in."