I've been like this since I was 8, when we moved away from my hometown and all my friends to a town where I never fit in and had great difficulty making friends. My little brother adapted well, I did not, so I just disappeared off into my own little fantasy world where I've been everything from a secret agent to a rockstar to things as banal as a guy working in a coffee shop (I mean, what's that all about?).
I'm happier than I used to be. Four years ago I moved for a second time, for university, where I formed some friendships which will last me a lifetime. And yet I still drift in and out of these other worlds at various points throughout the day, no matter what I'm doing.
Funny thing is, I already imagined myself saying all this to a psychiatrist (specifically Dr. Grace Foley, the criminal profiler from the BBC series Waking the Dead), earlier today. I'm sure I'm not the only one here who spends ages having long, rambling conversations in the mind, or imagining you're being interviewed.
I'm odd. I've always known that. Today I finally came to terms with it, and realised I'm not the only one.
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