I've always had an active imagination. I guess that's why I've always loved to write.
But maybe my imagination is a little too active. Any time I'm not seriously focusing on a task (something at work, watching television, shaving my legs...) I am daydreaming.
And let me tell you...my daydreams are detailed. And completely unrealistic. I've been the star of many a romantic comedy (with a great stylist and an unlimited budget) in my mind.
There was the one where we met at a wedding and instantly fell in love. The one where we locked eyes at a concert and instantly fell in love. The one where we bumped into each other at a sporting event and instantly fell in love.
Most of the time, my costar is Ben Affleck. Sometimes it's someone I don't know. Sometimes it's someone I do know. But it's usually Ben Affleck.
Basically, my daydreams have spoiled me. I want an epic first meeting with my future love. That ain't gonna happen. I'll probably meet him at a bar and then throw up on his shoes (I mean at church during communion, Mom). Cheesy love-at-first-sight romance only happens in the movies. So I should probably stop daydreaming.
Or become a screenwriter.