Fiction vs reality

I’ve noticed something recently, and I’m not sure that it’s such a great thing. Basically, due to mass procrastination, I spend 90% of my time indoors. Because of this, I basically live in the fictional world. Whether that be through reading books, playing video games, watching movies, or spending 18 hours straight binge watching a tv show. This is the undeniable truth. But this is also what I enjoy doing the most.

After said binge watch, I can quite easily forget that these fictional fantasies aren’t real, and it takes a moment for my mind to actually separate both universes. I think it’s something to do with denial, my mind is telling me that I should be able to live in another world and does not wish to return to normality. Filthy muggles. I don’t want to admit that places like Narnia and Wonderland aren’t real, and I can’t pretend that I wasn’t annoyed after not receiving my letter from Hogwarts at age 11. We cannot cast spells, be at one with the force or stay forever young with Peter Pan. The Doctor will never whisk you away in the Tardis, you’ll never carry the ring to Mordor. Unfortunately we live in the real world, which is a rather boring alternative. There isn’t even any second breakfast.

During a recent conversation with an internet friend, I was posed with the question ‘If you could choose to live in any fictional world what would it be?’ Now assuming that by choosing this fictional world, you would automatically gain the significant role/power, I would without question choose the Harry Potter universe. I have both seen the movies and read all of the books countless times, and can quote word for word along with the characters on the screen. To say I have an obsession would be the least. But to be able to live in the wizarding world would literally be my idea of heaven. I don’t see how things can get any better from there.

I think everybody gets to that point, when you’re trying to fall asleep, but instead your head runs wild with thoughts about how you wished things would happen. Or maybe you think of yourself in another place, kind of like dreaming when your still awake, except you control everything. Each movement, each conversation, every encounter, Until you eventually fall asleep.

I found a quote online that said ‘The trouble with fiction, is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes sense.’ I think this may be my issue. I want 24/7 to be fun and carefree. To remain forever magical and live in my very own imagination, to do what I please without consequence. But on the other hand, I suppose that we live within our own realities, to live our lives how we please. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient of living, express your creativity.

I guess from this rant I just actually realised that I have the capability to create my own fantasy, and live in my own little made up bubble of pure imagination. That’s what I’m going to do from now on. Write it all down, every last detail, down to the colour of the sky and the song of the birds. I aspire to be what I have the limitless capability of being. Creative.