She’s Not Real

A hard day at school. Bad grade on that test and sat alone at lunch again. Work was hard. The boss keeps bitchin. Every now and then you drift into fantasies. Daydreams. Where does your mind choose to run to? Could be flexing on you boss by winning a couple mill. Maybe mowing down your peers. Yeah that’ll show em. Dreaming of a quirky virgin girl to come save you is a extremely unhealthy escape. To picture yourself in some Garden State or Almost Famous scenario is not going to get you anywhere good. Where you could make a lot of money flex on your boss or kill your classmates with some work. A girl won’t ever fix you. The maniac pixie dream girl doesn’t exist. You can find a gay man that might act like this. Women don’t force themselves into you life and obsesses about having sex with you. They do me, not you tho. You might as well watch porn if you want to spend your time thinking about a gf coming to your rescue. That might be less damaging actually because at cleat you know porn is fake.

Similarities could be drawn between this and the societal collapse pipe dream. Society will get a lot worse but if you think “when everything collapses I’ll be the one everyone will look at for guidance” you’re ngmi. You might be, but what if collapse never happens? Will nobody ever look towards you? Stick to reality, where you are the protagonist of your own world. All you can do is control yourself and how much force you put onto the world.