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There are those days in class when a teacher is giving a lecture and you just completely zone out. Instead of contemplating equations or ingesting information on how the government works, sometimes the inevitable happens. You imagine yourself in a heavenly place — not school related — and in a perfect world where the word “homework” or even just “work” doesn’t exist. All that does is blissful happiness.
Daydreams are one of the mediums that allow me to express one of my guiltiest pleasures: creating scenarios in my head.
Imagining such things may not be the healthiest thing, but it keeps me busy. It keeps me interested.
This issue started when I was young. I remember during the weekends I would get bored, I drew pictures of my dream room in case my house burned down by a tragic fire and and extreme makeover home edition team came to renovate our home.
Then Ty would make my room his special project that week. He would ask what it was I was interested in. And I would reply, “I’ve always wanted to be an interior decorator. You wont believe it, but the only thing to survive the fire is this file containing drawings and designs of my dream room.”
OK, so it sounds a little ridiculous. But I was young — my scenarios have at least gotten more realistic now.
On Saturdays when I don’t have any plans, I will somehow conjure up an amazing essay on a controversial topic like cloning. I imagine saying to my teacher and her responding, “Oh Jude, this is wonderful! I think you should turn this in, and you deserve 100 points extra credit for it.”
As crazy as it sounds, I love doing it. Some might call it an unhealthy obsession, but it makes me cheerful, and just for a while, I can dive into my fantasy world of perfect scenarios that always end up in happiness or riches.
And it’s this guilty pleasure that lets me escape reality every once in a while and still be content with the way things turn out.
By Jude El Buri