My whole life I've been a huge daydreamer. Some (like, say, every teacher I ever had) might call it "easily distracted". Others might say that a daydreamer is a bit vague and scatterbrained. I guess there is a reason why the expression "she's a bit of a dreamer" isn't exactly complimentary!
But, oh, if you're not a daydreamer, you're missing out.
Besides my rampant Pollyanna disorder, I think being "a bit of a dreamer" is the secret of my laid-back success. How can I get stressed out when a pretty floral picnic blanket awaits me on a lush, green, endless hill whenever I want? While chaos reigns around me, in my mind I'm daintily snapping on Camembert and wafer-thin crackers as I watch a plump flock of ducks swim languidly on golden pond. Lazing back beside LOML, he gazes at me with a glint that says "oh rapture! Look at this amazing creature who won't stop talking such amazingly intelligent (and witty) things." His glint isn't even being sarcastic.
Funnily enough, there isn't a single child to be either seen or heard.
I'm really, really skinny too. Postitively gaunt. That's why, no matter how many times I find myself at that luscious picnic, I can eat and eat that Camembert without a single morsel of guilt along with it.
Are you a daydreamer? Where do you go?
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