Jayne and I were chatting last night and it occurs to us that we have given ourselves a solid 6 months of pure fantasy by doing nothing more than having a determination to want to believe in fantasy itself. Not bad hey?
Fantasy is the new 40, or the new black, or the new whatever wasnt new a lil while ago but suddenly is new now, or again, or never was but should have been. Whatever. The thing is, fantasy is quite the greatest place on earth and Im damn pleased that I live in it every single day. And Im even more pleased that Im no longer just living in it, Im bloody will creating it, living it, believing it and loving every second of it.
As you all know, Jayne and I, we are single. Usually pathetically so. Shut up Jayne, we are. Why are you even friends with me? We are single mummy's and we realised a long time ago that if we wanted something the only way to get it, was to make it happen. Of course, what we want changes daily, afterall, we are female. But that is hardly the point. We flit from wanting great jobs, to great careers, to any fucking job will do at the moment, to a new job, to no job at all. We want beautiful men, smart men, witty men, intelligent men, hhhhhot men, men who are gay, men who want to fuck us, men we want to fuck, men we want to date, nice men, men who arent dickheads, men who arent brilliant just breathing will do fine, men like our brothers, like our fathers, like our husbands, men who arent our husbands, men who wanna take care of us, men who love our independance, men who wanna buy us soemthing pretty, men who we can lean on, men who can fix our fucking cars, men who pay someone to fix our fucking cars, men who teach us to fix our fucking cars, men who say, you know what fuck the car, lets get a taxi.
We want great moments, lazy moments, no moments, moments by ourselves, moments with our kids, moments without our kids *lots of moments without our kids*, moments that make us go wow, moments that make us go what the fuck? We want bigger tits, smaller tits, better tits, these tits or those tits. We want curves, we want less curves, we want our asses to be bigger, or smaller, or spanked, or caressed. WE want our cookies to be eaten, we want them left in the jar, we want them with cream on them, we want YOU to want to eat them, or leave them in the jar, or put cream on them.
In short, Jayne and I, just like everyone else, want it all. No one can have it all. Everyone knows that. But we've worked out how we can have it all. And thats what we are doing. WE are having it all. By allowing ourselves to live in fantasy. NOt just live there, fucking create it. And thats a beautiful thing.
YOu know, as a single mummy I spend most of my time in fantasyland. When the kids are throwing up for the 23rd time in the last 48 hours I fantasize that their father will get up and clean it up. When yet another note comes home from school asking for more money, I pretend its not a worry at all. If Number one son needs a new pair of shoes I just imagine that theres plenty of money for em. Come birthday time, I hand twenty bucks over to the kids, tell em to go buy mummy something nice, then settle myself into those massage chairs in the shopping centres, feed my 2 buck coins in and just pretend the lil mechanical thing pushin and rollin my muscles is actually a totally hot guy called Sven from Sweden. Fantasyland. I recommend it. Its all there in Fantasyland.
When it comes to romance, the non existant part of my life, I just make one up. I can have it however I want it. I want an 'our boyfriend' who sweet talks me with beautiful words? Hey, imagine it and voila, turn up he does. Ok, so he's miles away, who the hell cares. Distance has no part in fantasy, why focus on that part of it? The fantasy part, the sweet talkin, thats what you focus on. If I want an 'our husband' to sweep me off my feet and take me to bloody vegas to be married by elvis, then fuck it, thats what I'll have. Why the hell not? All you have to do is want to believe in it. YOu dont even have to believe in it. YOu just have to want to believe in it. And thats your ticket to happiness people. Dont let reality get in the way of your fantasys. Theres plenty of time for reality, there just isnt enough time for fantasy. So Jayne and I, we've been makin time for it. We are wanting to believe the most fantastic of fantasys. We want to belive that out there somewhere, is the perfect man who knows how fantasyastic we are and by god we'll find him, even if we have to fantasize him into being. And the bills will still be there tomorrow, the shoes will still need buying, the asses will still need to be bigger, or smaller, but who the hell cares?
Thought for this second.....6 months of ever so hot friend of 18 years ago pure fantasy? Priceless. And I wouldnt give it up for all the reality in Fantasyland
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And that ... is the stuff that dreams are made on.
ReplyDeleteI live in my own little world, but at least they know me here!