What makes me different from everyone else?
My imagination.
I love this about myself. The mind is a powerful thing. I always try to understand what people are thinking about. I wish I could read someone's mind, all of the time. I'm sure there would be a lot of things, hurtful things I wouldn't ever want to know or hear but I wouldn't mind. I wonder if people see and think the same things I do. I want to know where their minds wander. I think this is why I love to read so much. When I read I create a movie in my head. Sometimes I hate it because I see things in my head and expect them to be a certain way and once I actually see them for myself, they are never the way I picture them. I create some things a lot more beautiful than they really are. My imagination can't help it. When someone tells me what a person looks like and describes their every detail, I picture that person, and once I meet them, they are always different. It's sometimes a let down. I find myself saying all the time, "this is not how I pictured it." Danny has never read a book. Me loving to read I always try and find something he is interested in but he won't give it the time of day I've asked him before simply why he doesn't like to read and I found out that his imagination simply isn't really there. When he reads something he can't picture it. I don't know if this is something he can't or chooses not to do. Wish I knew. I can kind of tell he is starting to accept my advice and really now wants to find something he is interested in to read. I hope one day he chooses to but I will leave that up to him. He is the one missing out. I love my imagination and I am so happy that it's so strong, precise, and amazing.
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