I’m wearing green today, homage to St. Patrick’s Day in America.
I don’t celebrate holidays much, and celebrate them less as I age. I don’t look forward to them much. Putting out decorations rarely occurs to me.
After thinking about it, I’ve realized that I little associate with the external world. Events are remote. I live by and enjoy the internal worlds created as I imagine and write. It’s a problem, and it’s a benefit. The problem is that my wife is exasperated because I’m not all up about holidays like other people. The benefit is that I feel like I’m successfully writing, and that makes me happy. Like most things in life, the value is on a sliding spectrum, and changes often.
I suppose I could change it, or try, since I’m now aware, but I’m not inclined to do that – for now.
I live by and enjoy the internal worlds I create in my imagination, too. It’s the best.
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Yeah, I can take those worlds and think of their problems, and come up with solutions and discussions that lead to results, whereas, in this real world, that’s a lot of talk and waiting, and very little action. Plus, in my internal world, I time-travel and head for other worlds. Sometimes, I’m a space-pirate (would that be a sparate?). It IS the best.
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Agreed. And there’s always a happy ending.
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