For most people it starts off with Santa Claus. Growing up we never were taught to believe in Santa but I was secretly convinced he was real because why else would my parents hide him from me? What's so wrong with believing that a jolly, fat man in a red suit flies around the world in one night giving toys to all the good boys and girls? I guess I was a bit of a conspiracy theorist even then. The Government/Mom & Dad didn't want me to find out he was real for some reason so they tried in vain to diminish his existence, just like the Aliens and Area 51. But why? Maybe because I was such a good kid he would give me all the presents and leave the other kids coal? It could happen.
My current obsession/fantasy is those damn mermaids from the Animal Planet "Documentary." It makes sense to me in some weird way that it can't be fake. I'm so convinced, I want to charter a boat, hire a team of scientists and find them myself. People think I'm nuts.
Why is being a bit delusional not okay?
I like delusion. It gets me through the day sometimes. It that's that warm, fuzzy feeling I get walking around thinking I'm the cutest thing on 2 flip flops and yoga pants. It's that certainty that I sound just like, if not better than, Whitney Houston as I sing along in the car. It's that feeling depicted below:
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I heard someone say once that the opposite of faith was reason. That the act of faith was delusional because you were believing in something that didn't exist or was without evidence. To them I say, "suck it, doubters!" I'm going to get delusional and there is nothing you can do about it. Go ahead and live in your "reality" and I'll live in mine.
I choose to believe until I am. Will you?
1 comment:
hey ur moms not the only 1 that reads u gurl i love reading ur blog and im cheering u on from my comfy office chair!!!
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