Part of me is trying to understand the reasoning behind my fantasies.
Part of me does not want me to understand, why I think the way I do.
I don’t understand me.
If I tried to analyze my inner most thoughts, would I go insane?
Or should I just fantasize.
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Our fantasies make who we our, even the sick ones!
Emrace yourself!
depends upon the fantasies.
If your fantasy is Bob Barker, walking around wearing nothing but Cool-Whip, go ahead and laugh at it. Sounds harmless to me. If your fantasy is to be accosted by the freshly-showered Green Bay Packers team, you go, girl! (I prefer the cheerleaders, but hey, that's just me).
On the other hand, if your fantasy is turning your workplace into a remake of "Hamburger Hill" with a chainsaw, some battery acid, and the John Rambo Personal Arsenal, then you may want to check that one out before you end up in a clock tower and wonder why.
Fantasies, though, are essentially harmless. We have them because usually we could never act on them. I pretty much agree with Ben on this one. Enjoy them, if they are the good kind. Reject them, if they are not.
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