D.W.R.I (Dream World Reality Issues)

Sometimes I just look at myself and I'm like "God, you are so lazy, Ainsley. It's like you literally just will do anything to avoid reality ( for example: washing, cleaning, working, talking to humans), in order to watch movies, read books, stare at the wall, lie on the floor melodramatically and think about what it would be like to be Marie Antoinette; "let them eat cake!" I would say. And by them I would mean me....

Anyway, I am for defs lazy to a degree- but it's hardly intentional- rather, my head is always just busy thinking of fantastic alternate realities and wondrous things that could be happening. Why slave away marking a maths assignment, when you could be staring into the middle distance like one of those feeble-minded folk, picturing a world with an ocean hanging above our heads, and the land ends abruptly, falling away into the depths of space?

New Zealand has started to become the dream world, the reality that I don't know and am not sure if I quite remember. Is there a place where you have to wear long sleeves because the weather demands it? Where you aren't itching from a multitude of bites? Where you can go out to any number of bars without receiving a couple of marriage proposals? These things are becoming as foreign to me as the world with a sea-sky.

I am beginning to wake up in the morning, here, in Samoa of all places, not freaking out and forgetting where I am, but being content with it. I'm tired, I'm itchy, I'm smelly (your fault for getting your nose too close then really, isn't it?), I'm listening to Alvin and the Chipmunks (kid's playlist), and I am really, really content. Bloody Hell.

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