hello, i'm back. :) and well, i thought wayward-woolgathering was rather apt for me. wayward cause i've a penchant for perversity, but not to the extent of being depraved. and woolgathering, due to my semi-permanent delusional state. woolgathering, according to dictionary.com, refers to the indulgence in idle fancies and in daydreaming. i've to say this describes me to a t, cause i seem to possess the intrinsic ability to weave the most amazing tales. it might seem like a figment of my imagination to others, but i swear it's unfolding in a wonderously stimulating manner in my twisted little mind. what seems like fanciful musing to you, seems oddly provocative and real to me.
it beckons to me. calls out my name. caresses my soul.
well i think it's fairly obvious that most of my fantasies revolve around men. and they have names. right now, two names flash imperceptibly before me. john legend, and hwanhee. east and west. see, i'm so well-balanced. i'm also obsessed. i'll listen to their songs or watch their shows and get this manic expression on my face. beyond which point i become totally incapable of coherent speech, and only random exclamations are deemed possible. the word to describe my state would be enraptured. enthralled. bewitched. enchanted. charmed. and oh-so-in love. i smile to myself, and imagine our perfect life together, then a cold dose of reality in the form of my sister's, "eh, you crazy ah. why are you smiling to yourself?" snaps me out of it. i glare at her, brush off the very unwelcome interruption, then sink back into my very lovely reverie.
because i'm a master of self-deception.
