Where wild minds come to rest
Now that I'm finally approved I really want to know if someone can relate to the following:
I've been daydreaming for as long as I can remember, at least 10 years.
The earlier dreams were about very common wishes like being healthy, making friends etc.
However as the years went by what I was daydreaming about got more and more unrealistic.
The problem is that as soon as I make a new experience, mostly meaning to fulfill a wish of mine for the fist time in one of my dreams, that experience will never again be as satisfying. It didn't take long until I dreamed of ideas like meeting the perfect friend or figuring out life's meaning, things that will probably never happen.
It feels like I already experienced everything there is and coming up with new and even more exciting dreams becomes harder each day. This slowly made any vision of my future disappear and my well-being, studying, everything seem nearly meaningless. All joy was taken out of everyday activities, because how can they possibly compete with your imagination that you learned to trust so much over the years?
Now I mostly spend my days distracting myself from this thought in order to not be sad all the time.
Even if you don't quite grasp what I'm trying to say, thank you for reading this regardless :)
Ty so much for replying!
This doesn't just feel like exhausting my imaginary world, I feel like it ties deeply into the "real" one as well.
I always compromised but I'm at a point at which I have never been at before.
My brain can't think of anything new, I have met god, seen the most amazing things, I just can't imagine anything above that. Judge me however you like but even while taking hard drugs I couldn't enjoy the moment at all.
As dark as this may sound, but why would I want to keep compromising if all together I'm losing out?
Pretty drunk while writing this, but I'm hoping for a miracle at this point and it makes me really really sad.
Yes I can relate to what you say Tom, life is very bland outside of daydreams.... The mundane world of commuting, work, cooking and grey everyday life. I find daydreaming is like scratching an itch, I can't seem to stop scratching... I do think we get some sort of dopamine kick from daydreaming, hence why it's so appealing, a bit like a drug. And I know what you mean as well about exhausting your imaginary world, I feel that too. And I find it hard to face up to it.
My only advice is you'll have to compromise, friends and lovers won't be as good as the imaginary ones but they do make you laugh and make you cups of tea and a hundred other things. If you accept you're addicted to daydreaming, then it might be easier to find a way out, or at least control it a bit, if you can live a normal life alongside that's not so bad. But it is very hard.
You haven't actually experienced much of anything. Those experiences are simulated, they're the embodiment of guesswork that you did based on information you already had. You don't know what they are like, you just settled on a conclusion about what they could be like. It's not nearly the same thing.
If you truly want to get the real deal, seek those experiences, emotions, memories, whatever-have-you in the real world. Of course, unlike in your daydreams there are limits, but as long as your standards are reasonable, you'll see the difference.
I do relate to your article. Daydreaming took away my real life that could've been better if I didn't totally delve into MD.
I do find myself split in between two worlds! In the real world, people will strongly detect when my eyes look distant and far-off, also when I'm not listening to what their saying. I have dealt with people's brutal attitudes towards me for years due to day dreaming too much and not paying any attention to daily activities. I live in a very stern family who takes politics and world events seriously—they are all white colored. When they found out that I day dreamed—it was very cool!