My teachers used to tell me I would often be looking out the window, gazing into space, which made them question whether I was paying attention at all. The answer is most definitely not. That’s certainly the reason why I repeated first grade.
Daydreaming has been in my nature from since I could remember. Was it my blonde hair? Or my Pisces moon? My hyper-activeness? I seemed to never be fully there, but “off in the clouds” as some may say. I’m still prone to zoning out often and then suddenly coming back to earth, realizing I don’t know what just happened in the last fifteen minutes.
There are many positives to being a chronic daydreamer. For one, it helps spur creativity, which comes in random bursts whilst I’m soaring above the clouds. Secondly, it allows me to pretend I’ve already reached my dreams and I guess acts in a way similar to ‘creative visualization’, working in hand with the law of attraction (pretending that what I want, I already have). Thirdly, it’s actually a favorite past time of mine, despite society telling me I should feel guilty for being so unrealistic. Recalling favorite memories, or tweaking ones that didn’t go to plan often relay over and over in my head. I’d constantly be fantasizing about crushes and the perfect scenarios in high school and I couldn’t help being all gushy once returning to reality.
But as fun, as daydreaming is, it’s simultaneously a form of escapism. Sometimes, I get way too consumed in my head that it’s hard to know when to come back down. Being a daydreamer means that I’ve never been super grounded. I see people with rose-tinted glasses and often look at people or situations with idealism because of the constructed fantasies inside my head. I can become delusional to the point of being taken advantage, as I fail to see what’s right in front of me. I do it to escape the burdens of reality – assignments, arguments, bills, grief. I’ve only just realized that I’m someone who tends to sleep a lot when I’m sad, and I believe this goes in hand with my daydreaming.
No one can tell me to stop daydreaming altogether as it is inherently a part of my natural state of being. But what I do need to learn is when I’m using it constructively or when I’m using it to escape responsibilities. Having friends that are much more grounded in reality than me has helped immensely over the past few years. Friends have picked my foes before I could, and have sensed problems in areas I was completely oblivious to. To my fellow daydreamers out there in the universe, please surround yourself with trustworthy and nurturing people. Keep on daydreaming, but make sure to keep an anchor to the earth.
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