The Escapist

It seems I’m always at this spot whenever I wear this T-shirt

The other day while talking to a friend about finding a job, I said that if I could get a steady paycheck from writing, I’d be happy to go off to some mountain somewhere and become some sort of hermit, only to rejoin society when needed. It was a joke, of course (you can’t be a hermit to make it as a writer… unless you’re J.D. Salinger. Actually that doesn’t count because he wasn’t a screenwriter), but it made me realize my escapist tendency. All the stuff that I’m interested in, the stuff that I write, read, and watch – fantasy, sci-fi, period drama – aren’t they all forms of escapism? Maybe “escape” is too strong a word; I’m more of a daydreamer, but then where does daydreaming end and escapism begin?

… Man, this is totally my quarter-life crisis talking.

T-shirt: Walmart, Jeans: Forever21
Flats: Payless, Necklaces: Icing
Post title: song by Coldplay

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