Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
When I was doing MD, I thought it was awesome. It lulled me into complacency and I'd spend hours staring away into a fuge, with glowing hopes things will eventually go my way. Unfortunately, it dug me into a deeper hole. Nobody knew my satisfaction as I have, but they didn't understand why my eyes had a distant stare, why I moved funny, didn't talk much and why I almost wasn't ever listening. It clearly proved to them that I was in another world. To myself, I believed I can do anything and be who I want, when really, most saw the same thing about me. I was mentally distracted and had issues. And they assumed I had no friends, because I showed that I can't attract people. Though, I still kept on believing in my MD for years to come. I dug in deep and explored my imagination, hoping things will materialize. They never did. Nothing happened at all. Later I realized that I never woke up to life and payed more attention to people. I just walked about in a maze, talking to my imaginary friends and looking forward to things that will only happen if I change my ways. Now every morning when I come down for breakfast and sip my coffee, it turns lukewarm, and when I heat it, my mom tells me it's because I'm really not there to drink it up before it goes cold.