My name should be Dolly … ‘Dolly Daydreamer’ ; because that’s what I spend an awful lot of my time doing.
Day dreaming.
Why be in the real world when the one going off in your head is so much more exciting?
At 47 I still find I immerse myself in American teen dramas. You know the type ‘Pretty Little Liars’ , ‘Riverdale’ … Perfect girls with perfect wardrobes, hair that falls perfectly into place. They date the hottest guys and are perfect grade A students.
That’s a whole lot of fecking perfect isn’t it!?
I’m not sure about you but my reality throughout high-school went more along these lines – uncontrollable perm , ‘individual’ wardrobe . Referred to as ‘goofy’ or ‘lanky bird’ more often than my actual name. Socially arkward. I blushed like a beetroot at everything and nothing.
I didn’t date the hot guys … I didn’t date any-chuffing- one!
So I like to venture elsewhere. I figure it’s just nice to escape every now and again . Even if its into my own imagination. Its free and you can do it anywhere …[ I find trains good ] which randomly got me thinking about bucket lists. [like you do … are you even still with me?]
The official meaning of which goes …
‘a number of experiences or achievements that a person hopes to have or accomplish during their lifetime.’
I suppose these are a list of dreams; but potentially attainable ones [ish]
So here’s my list … in no particular order and just like me its very random.
