My fictional characters happen to be so much nicer in my imagination. I'm struggling with my health, so I tend to feel very uncomfortable and stressed about it, where I needs medication and relaxation.
In real life, I feel that I'm surrounded by people who don't understand how I'm doing...and they'll say and do whatever around me, which might induce my discomfort and make me feel pressured. I don't really communicate much, so it's over their comprehension how an area of my body feels, or how I'm doing in the day. It makes me think they're being a bunch of insensitive people.
Whereas, in my imaginary life, the fictional characters are very supportive, nice, they lay off, or try to heal me..and hold me. LOL. It's amazing how real live humans don't have the faintest clue—and act like your being a drama queen—even poke you in the head, get smart, and they'll honestly make surprising comments, unless you speak up about it..otherwise they'll think you got some problem and tell you to go deal with it.
**It's not like I'm 5—and they'll go, what's wrong sweety.** I'm an adult.
I'm just feeling a bit sore. I was a youth once, and I was a cloud-walker. A person in their own world. I went around thinking I could be someone I just wasn't, and it always got me into trouble. I was entitled or felt I deserved to get things that were really out of my reach, because I honestly didn't earn them. I also thought I'd meet someone who would understand me, and care about me, but I never met anyone who has, and now I'm 40. I'm concerned this will be my whole life on-. And I will wake up and realize what I fool I was.