Just Another College Kid

As is easily seen, despite the consequences, I have often used the escape of a fantasy. It is easier; it is kinder. Even the torturous blow of reality is less of a challenge when arriving at it from a world that is all your own. It is my form of release, and I’ll say it: it is my form of escape. Escape is sweet, but it gets more complicated. When patients in a hospital get addicted to morphine, it becomes less and less effective until it makes no difference at all. This is the same with escapes that are not your own. Books and movies can only do so much. After a while the addiction is so strong that a simple story, even a new and exciting one, will not have an effect. That is when you must go into your own mind. That is when the escapes must become your own. That is when you teach yourself to dream the way you want to dream. And you must create your own story.

And again the question returns. Then, is the fantasy better? The fantasy keeps you happy. The fantasy can be whatever you want with whatever powers you want. You can defeat anything, but nothing is there to attack. Because the fantasy is your fantasy. It is whatever you want it to be. Nothing less. Nothing more. The dragons are friendly. The people are understanding. Nothing is disagreeable, and your power and energy are spent on making it an even more beautiful place. And the beauty is your version too. If beauty is black, sleek walls, then the world is a world of black, sleek walls. If beauty is unicorns and rainbows, though I cannot see that as beauty, then unicorns and rainbows it is. It is your world, your dream. The downside is that you are blind. You become so engrossed in this better reality that you want to believe that all the pains of the real world are just a dream. It means you can be blindsided; attacked; your back is no longer against the wall. It also means that reality is even worse when you wake up. It is hell, and it is torture. 

It is a difficult choice to make. Which is better? Well, let’s check out the possibilities. Unhappy in the real world. It means that you are completely sane. It means that you know what is going on, and you are aware of the world around you. It means that you can never be surprised; you can never be attacked unknowingly. When your back is to the wall, nothing can come at you without being seen. Meaning that you can stop it. That you can keep it from you. Of course this takes power. And being in the real world, you can only use human power. Meaning not every attacker can be defeated. And things can hide behind a smoke screen. All your will and all your energy go into protecting yourself. And you are miserable. You won’t use an escape because you don’t need a crutch. You’re too strong for that. No. you’re just being stupid. A stupid child who can’t admit when you are beat and when you need to run. As this is the case, there are pros and cons to reality.

To escape into a fantasy world is just that: an escape. But sometimes an escape is necessary. The hospital is burning and you’re on the tenth floor. A dragon shows up at the window. Are you telling me you’re not going to jump on its back to fly away from certain death? Well, what’s the difference between that and certain insanity; or even just certain uncertainty? Then your fantasy world just becomes that dragon hovering right outside your window: just waiting for you to jump. Well, I’m going to jump. It’s my only option. Or at least I choose for it to be. Because I would rather be happy in something unreal than unhappy in something real.

It’s just what’s in my mind! Tell me what you think!

Go Derek Hough!! Oh, how we love you!!

Don’t get me wrong, I love football, but is anyone else watching this Patriots @ Chargers disaster?? Really?? 

This is a sad sad day for the world of football!!

Ok, ok I already know the answer to this! It’s not coming back until Christmas when they do their big Christmas special! But why?!?! I want it to come back sooner! And I want to see the new doctor and new companion! (Yes, I know that’s not for a very long time yet, but I can’t wait!!) Doctor who, please come back soon! I miss you!!

Love Always,

A slightly obsessed fan <3

I miss China sooooooo much!!! It was one of the greatest experiences of my life, and I met so fantastic people there. I think this is one of my favorite memories though: The Great Wall. We see pictures, and we hear about it, and we even know the entire history of how it was built, but nothing compares to the wall itself.

When you are standing up there, looking hundreds of feet down at this rocky, hand-made structure, it just takes your breathe away. Of course, you’re already not breathing because the wall is just such a pain to climb, but it’s so worth it. I honestly have never had a time when I have felt like that before. And I don’t know that I will again. Honestly, it just stretches on and on and on forever, and your mind cannot process how big it actually is. 

This is also one of my favorite memories. The Terracotta Warriors. This picture cannot show the scale of this thing! You could fit a hundred football stadiums in here, but it definitely would not be as cool! I can’t even imagine the patience that it took to build these or the artisanship it must have meant was necessary. Again, my breath was just taken away. (I also got a fake mini one for a dollar! Totally worth it! It’s sitting on my bookshelf now.)

Ugh! I miss China! Can I go back????

I feel like the Doctor and I would get along well. And I don’t mean David Tennant specifically, but I’ll use one of his beautiful episodes as an example… Doctor’s Daughter season 4 is one of my favorites. And in the episode, they make a constant joke of always running.

Well, there are days all I want to do is run. When I was in China over the summer, We went to this big neighborhood gathering to welcome us, and we got to talk to all of the people there. It was amazing! But my friend James and i were just standing there, and all of a sudden, all we wanted to do was run. So we sprinted off, went around the block a couple times, and then just kept walking. It’s not like I needed to get away; I just needed to run!!

And then there was today. i was getting out of class, and I had to head for the bus to get back to the theater. I had to go draft, again. Well, I had no idea when the bus was, but it didn’t really matter. The building’s open ‘til 1:00 am, and I don’t really have much homework tonight. But I was walking across the quad, and again all I wanted to do was run. So I just started sprinting, and as soon as I felt the grass beneath my feet, it was heaven. I ran all the way to the bus stop, which isn’t that short a distance, but it felt so good! 

So I think I would work well with the Doctor. I wouldn’t mind the constant running, not in a million years. Now, all I have to do is wait ‘til I hear that TARDIS…