I love reading. My favorite books tear down the proverbial curtain of the Wizard of Oz.
And my favorite activities… you could guess, are when I can tear down the curtain… and actually show the naked reality of things…
I find delight in it.
I used to be a dreamer, an escape artist, an avoider.
I saw reality so distasteful, myself so unattractive and unbecoming, that I went into daydreaming, and fantasizing, and imagery to find solace.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EY12_P2Es3g
I haven’t become more attractive, but I have stopped hoping that being attractive, or heroic, or good, or altruistic, or brilliant, or whatever would buy me something I’d actually want.