Quirky self, examined.
Self-absorved people mull constantly over themselves. I mull over me.
In elementary school, I had a wild imagination and wondered whether everyone except me had super powers I didn’t know about. A secret world of that I could not see. Two decades later, I now believe most people are as wracked, unsure, and half-blind as I am at times. Other times, I am under the illusion that I am as lucid as as the visible blue sky, that I am invincible as Iron(wo)man.
Other people, too, fall under this illusion from time to time, some for a longer stretch of time than others. Are the former luckier than the latter? Perhaps. If we live within the confines of our perceived world, and if some perceptions are brighter than others, I would much prefer to live in a rose-tinted world than a dark and scary one.
To keep rose-tinted glasses when one’s world turns cloudy and stormy, I think this is heroic. To stay positive against the odds, even against one’s inclinations. This is a battle within oneself. I keep fighting.
