I am not happy with my life, I don't think I'll ever be. The things that keep me alive are my dreams, my fantasies I escape to before I sleep, during dinner, when I'm on the train.
I'll live in a cold country where I wear shorts, leggings and hoodies all the time. I'll have my own room on the third floor, which is the attic and I'll decorate it all I want. It will be a neat kind of messy and I'll have my violin score sheets, photos, postcards and all sorts of stuff pasted all around the place. I'll have my guitar at the corner, my violin on the piano and a big furry rug in the middle of the room. At the window of my room, I'll have a wooden easel where I paint. My floor will be wooden. A nice dark brown colour.
I would learn how to skate and I'll skate to school everyday in my hoodie and helmet. I'll just be a pretty ang moh kid with braided hair who just hangs around. I would learn all about film and I'll have lots of interesting ideas and make awesome films. I would skate back home and make videos and upload them to youtube.
Izabella would be my best friend and we would hang out in my attic room. We would have sleepovers and play music overnight to soothe ourselves. We will watch movies and do all sorts of fun things.
When I graduate, I'll go to a film university and meet this handsome, cute boy. He'll like me and I'll like him. We would then be real best friends and then fall in love. I would confess to him on the night we gone out for a night picnic and we'll kiss under the stars on the mat.
After that, we'll go back to his car holding hands and he'll drop me off at home, he'll then kiss me on the forehead and I'll head back to my attic happy.
Our relationship would be very healthy. We will skate to church on Sundays and then hang out after that. Sometimes we'll hang out at his place, sometimes mine. We'll have a healthy amount of sex. Not too much, not to little. Maybe thrice a week.
After graduation, we'll have a great job. I haven't gone to this part of my fantasy. I'm not sure if I would like to work or be a housewife. He will propose to me and we'll settle down in a nice cosy apartment. We'll keep all our old things in the basement. We'll have a lovely couch to lie in, a lovely kitchen and a big backyard. We'll have three bunnies and we'll let them loose in the garden.
Our toilet would have two sinks, a shower and a bathtub. We'll have a towel cupboard where we have all sorts of coloured towels. Our toilet would be brightly lit with orange and we'll have white rugs on the floor. We'll have glass cups for gargling and we'll put our toothbrushes in the same cup.
Our bedroom would have dark red curtains. This is so that the mood is set in the morning. The sunlight would seep through the curtains, lighting the room a dark red. Every morning I would wake up seeing his face and it'll be lovely sight. We'll have tea in bed and all that.
Our living room would have a huge telly and we'll watch movies on saturdays. We'll have popcorn and we'll be in our PJs. Sometimes when romantic movies get too boring for him, he'll fall asleep on me.
We'll have a child or two after a few months of our happy marriage. One will be called Alex and the other, I haven't thought of yet. We will lie to them about Santa and the tooth fairy. We will bring them out for fishing, baseball, movies and lots more. Izabella's family will be close to mine and we'll hang out all the time.
Alex will be a great, smart boy who is very intelligent. He'll be talented in sports and has the best dressing sense ever. He'll dress goofy and look great in it, like how models do. He'll get his clothes mostly from topshop and have a crush on this girl in his high school for 5 years. One fine day, he'll confess and they'll get together. They will then marry each other and move in to an apartment near ours.
My other son will learn to steal and a young age, and we'll tell him nicely that it's not right. We will teach him and at the age of 17, he will ask for a lip piercing and we will allow it. At the age of 18, he will bring back his girlfriend and we'll have dinner together. Sometimes, we will go for picnics and Alex will bring his girlfriend. He will like music a lot. He'll love the violin, the guitar, the drums and will be totally rebellious as he gets exposed to the music scene. We will persuade him to finish his studies but he'll beg us to allow him to try to break through as a singer/guitarist. He'll have a band called "The Fire Hose" and he'll play and sing at a local bar. His band will get more popular and maybe follow a really well-known singer during his/her concert to open for the concert.
My husband will start to distant from me because it's part of the marriage, he'll begin to like younger girls and I'll start to feel ugly. I will get real sad and find girl's perfume on him. I'll suspect and try to win him back by trying to dress sexily or cook his favourite meals. It will fail one day, and he'll find me crying on the bed one day. I'll tell him everything I suspect and we'll settle everything with sex, because sex is the most passionate thing a couple can do. He'll feel guilty and we'll be closer than ever, helping each other with things and encouraging one another.
My life would just go like that, all the way, till I die. Sad things will happen along the way, like my rabbits dying because they can only live for 20 years, but it's okay. I'll see them in heaven.
This is my Dream Life. It's time to take a shower now, time to feel ugly and unwanted. None of this will happen so perfectly the way I want it to. No, I'm not gonna stop dreaming though. The whole time I was typing this, I felt happy. I feel happy dreaming, to fight for this type of life would just hurt me. Not only will the cute guy in university not like me. I won't even learn to skate or have a room on my own. These things are the small things that make me happy. Even thinking about the small details of my Dream Life makes me happy. I never want this to end, it will never end, so..
Don't tell me to stop dreaming and make this a reality. This is a movie storyline everyone wants, it's just the difference of variation.
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