I threw myself a pity party (I sulked and discarded any existing confidence) on Saturday.
What set this party in action? The fact that something failed to happen with my most recent pseudo-boyfriend.
Ridiculous, I know.
But after several failed attempts at finding a nice guy, I allowed myself to get excited about the potential of something, anything.
One of my best friends pointed out that I had a pity party over something that I day-dreamed up.
Realistically, I didn't even know this guy. Not one thing about him (beyond what I found out through stalking). Yet, I allowed myself to get caught up in the possibility and created a fantasy-land in my head where we clearly were meant to be.
Fantasy-land is supposed to be a happy place.
When the real world doesn't turn out like your happy place, it's not supposed to affect your actual mood in a negative way.
Fantasy-land is supposed to be an escape from the negativity of reality.
Trust me, I know that. I live the majority of my life with my head in the clouds.
Now I just need to remember that just because I create something in my mind, it doesn't mean it will happen in real life.
I need to make things happen not just let my mind run away with itself.
Sigh, back to the clouds.
