Imagination

I was daydreaming in math class when I should have been listening to Mr. Hen telling us about classifying shapes. BO-ORING! My daydream was so much better. In it, James Marsden swept into the classroom (wearing the blue striped sweater that he's wearing in the picture that I have in my agenda) and takes me away from it all, leaving the object of my desires weeping for loss of me. However, this led me to an interesting idea. Life is generally better IN my head. Wonderful! Now I sound crazy but before you brand me as a psycho hear me out. In my head, I always say the right thing. I never mess up or mumble or sound stupid becuase my tongue suddenly feels thick and heavy. I always know what to do when someone starts crying even if in real life, I'm paralyzed by the horrifying reality of those tears. In my head, apologies make everything all right again. In my head, I'm always right. I'm gorgeous, graceful and elegant too! I get everything I want. Guys trip over themselves to be by my side. Most importantly, I do whatever I want in my head. If I want a guy, I get the guy. ALWAYS! If he has a girlfriend, my beauty steals him away. But then reality kicks and I realize the dreadful truth of my existence. I might get the words right once in a while but I'll always not know what to say. Apologies don't always make memories go away, no matter how much you meant it. I'm generally wrong. I'm not gorgeous, I'm trip or hurt myself too much to be graceful and I'm way too loud to be elegant. Guys like me as a friend and that's about it; this the only part I'm glad about though it seems rather glamorous to have band of love-struck followers. The worst part about my head is the fact that I never get the guy. Well, I did once. That didn't work out too well. My head gives me hope; reality lets me down with harsh bump. In my head, he always confesses to having loved me his entire life. In reality, I can barely get him to look in my direction nor have I known him my entire life........
BUT! It's not all clouds and rainfall. There is one aspect that I imagined that came true. I dreamt/wished/hoped dearly for a group of friends who would always be there for me, who would joke with me, make me feel better no matter what. I always wished for the light banter and inside jokes of the high school cliques you see on T.V. It came true! I have my beloved Fab Five and I also have Jeet and Colin who deliver the often much needed (over)dose of testosterone. I have a friend for everything too! I have Maggie to make horrible puns and obssess about writing with, Shifa to read my mind, Catherine to confide in and freak out with, Farwa to say the right thing at the right time or do the right thing at the right time (which sometimes gets me injured =P), Jeet to make me laugh no matter what my mood is, Christina to debate historical stuff and discuss medical thingies with, Ashwin to harass me about languages and boss me around (also to provide me with amusement when I play around with his stickies) and Colin to embarrass (sorry) and be cool with. Truthfully, I have everything I really need. So maybe life isn't better in my head becuase no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn't be able to imagine up a set of friends as amazing as you guys.
Wow. This went from a discussion of my imagination to a sappy, affectionate blog about how amazing my friends are. Sheesh. I'm getting soft.