Living with some fantasies…

When we were babies, we lived our fantasies pronto, at the moment we scream, there is someone changing the diaper, providing some food, or picking us up to make us happy, thereby, realizing our fantasies.  Of course, our fantasies when we were that young were limited to our limited imagination.

Last night I was watching “Bridget Jones Diary” for the, 20th? oh, I don’t know how many times I have watched that movie.  I even came upstairs right after the movie was finished to go to iTunes and get the song at the end of the movie, “Someone like you.”  Somehow, when I played the song again, it didn’t have the same effect as when I was watching the movie.  Bingo!  This morning I realized that I was not looking at Colin Firth when I was listening to the song on iTunes.  I have to admit it, I have a crush on Colin.  Or is it that the scene at the end of the movie reminds me of how wonderful it feels to be so in love…like I was when I met Ron.

So later this morning I had to go to my rectangular box-looking-store.   Sometimes I go twice a week, or more, to get some supplies and stuff.  On the way to the store, there is a movie store that is going out of business.  I thought, maybe they may have something I may be interested in.  Really, I was thinking Colin Firth, Colin Firth….

Lucky me.  They didn’t have the first Bridget Jones movie, but they had the second one, with of course, my wonder boy.  Only $3.99!

All of this brings me to an interesting observation.  I think that it doesn’t matter if you are married, single, widow(er), or whatever, all of us have lots and lots of fantasies.  Some are about food, drinking, having fun, and sometimes, as such is my case, someone just to sigh!  Wouldn’t it have been lovely if I could have had a dinner date with this Colin when I was in my late twenties.  Not now, mind you.  He wouldn’t be interested in having a date with his grandmother.  Think not.

This girlfriend of mine (my other parallel universe twin) has fantasies, to become a singer, dancer, entrepreneur, live part-time in Florida and Paris and visit India, of course.  She has accomplished some of those, but has quite a few to go.  Such as having a date with Colin…in the afterlife, maybe…what a mess.  Previous husbands there, and other admirers, after thinking about it, no meeting with anyone in the thereafter…

I think our lives become the size of our fantasies.  Big fantasies, big goals and an exciting life, no fantasies, are you still among the living?

This business of fantasies is not exclusive to women, because I have asked a few men about whom they have a crush on and they always mention someone, usually an entertainer.  It is healthy, good and exciting to have fantasies.  Without dreams, the humdrum of life is just that…another day.

Of course, needless to say, as with everything else in life…moderation, my friends…moderation.  Otherwise it becomes a disease or an obssession.  Not good.

You can tell I am missing my muses.  Maybe they are residing in their fantasy land.  Tough for me.

So it was today, March 29th, 2011…another dreamy cold day, but very sunny…

Your Happy Contessa

P.S.  Remember Mr. Einstein…Imagination is so much better than knowledge.

2 thoughts on “Living with some fantasies…

  1. raylene

    Fantasy is what holds most of us together in rough times. My fantasy is ………….. Oh, come on now, I am not going to speak out loud because it is my fantasy. It is what makes me smile, chuckle loudly, and sigh deeply. Thanks for reminding me my fantasy is always there.

    Reply
    1. happycontessa Post author

      You have to tell me about your fantasy, why not fantasies? I am so glad I reminded you about that part of our imagination that keeps us going and promises of a happier time in the middle of our puddle. Thanks for reading!

      Reply

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