So There's Fantasy and There's Fiction Right?

Why do the two have to be the same? Or different? Or not real?

Ive got a wonderful imagination. I love to fantasize. I do it a lot. I make up these little scenario's in my head, whereby I sign into CSA online and find that bbh2 has finally done a tax return and owes me 144 grand. I choose that particular number because it has such righteous connotations about it, and there is nothing more righteous than that bastard having to pay me money, that he *say it with me people* busted his ass earning. But thats fantasy. And I love fantasy.

And fiction. I love fiction. Fiction is where you can make up anything you like at all, without any real desire to make it happen in any way. In fact, half of what you make up couldnt possibly happen in any universe, be it this one, or the one you borrowed from the twilight zone.

Make the connection there people, my fantasy and my fiction are the same. But different. And real.

And all at the same time, my fantasy is different to my fiction and exactly the same and not real at all.

And I quite like it that way.

But what happens if my fiction becomes my fantasy and its actually real? What then? Jayne says there is something safe in things that arent real. And that I always take the safe option. Why am I even friends with her? My thoughts might be fantasy, my wants might be fiction, but its still all real.

Isnt it?