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Fantasy VS. Reality
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Fantasy VS. Reality The picture with this post is fantasy. It's a high kick that I would probably never use in real life, although I've won my fair share of Martial Arts tournaments with them. In fantasy worlds almost everything is perfect, and glides along at a swimmingly good pace. In reality not everything is so smooth. You hit bumps and turbulence as you try to work through situations. One of my favorite fantasies is probably plain compared to other people's standards, but let's look at why that may be. First, I spend a lot of time working, or doing something and don't have a whole lot of time to devote to day dreaming. Instead of thinking of a special someone, or an exciting event, I think about which bill is next in line to get paid, or worry if I'll need to replace another part on the truck soon. Contrast that to my fantasy of being rich, where I don't worry about anything, and you can already see where there is a chasm deep enough to drown out any hope of that ever happening. In reality, I scurry about, making sure everything is good, while other people benefit from my sweat and blood, and I settle for a meager paycheck, and rarely a pat on the back. But in my fantasy world, I have those people working for me. The only time I lift a finger is to point to the next task I want someone else to do. I have gorgeous lovers, reliable wheels, and not a care in the world. I travel on a whim, dress as I like, and carelessly toss money in every direction I can send it. The reality is I'm too busy for a relationship, at least a decent one. I have 3 modes of transportation that are used to compensate if one is not adequate for the time. My work requires me to wear a stiff pair of scrubs, hat and mask all day, and my money seems to part with me quicker then I can log it in the check book. When I first got interested in fighting, like most my age, I saw Bruce Lee. Supposedly invincible...yet only a man. It was his drive that made him great. I mimicked his movements, and played Karate like most do. As I got older, and became officially involved with Martial Arts, I began the ridged training that disciplined me to face my hardest opponent...Myself! Later still I had to relearn things when I entered into a job where my service depended on my ability to stay alive, while protecting others. I knew early on that there was a difference from the fantasy Karate I learned in the dojo, and the real life ground and pound that happens on the streets. I used a little bit of both to stay on top...and I guess sometimes the tools at my disposal to keep my edge. Never got my ass kicked, or even injured very badly in reality. But I suffered one loss in fantasy. I used to compete in tournaments as I mentioned before. I know a couple of you readers have even watched my videos, but in one, I had a guy who was just so on the ball, I could not keep up. He won. Fair and square. My desire to be the next Chuck Norris was then lost. Not because it could never happen, but because then I realized that fantasy and reality sometimes meet in an awkward way. The guy was much taller then me, (An important fact when in sport Karate you have to kick someone's head for points to win.) and I'm sure I could have taken him if it were not sport Karate, but my fantasy was to be at one time, a Karate champion. Instead I leave the tourney with a bruised ego, Silver medal, and the feeling that second place really sucks. No feelings of accomplishment like the one's I'd get when I'd cuff and stuff someone into my patrol car. No gratification from the fight. Just pissed, because a dream was rudely awakened. Most of my sexual fantasies are rudely awakened too. Hehehe. I guess my point is, it's okay to live in both worlds. If you occasionally walk the realms of fantasy it's no big deal, just as long as when reality calls, you are willing to come up to the bat, because reality has a way of kicking fantasies ass every time. Ken  |
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Very well said!  I agree! Fantasy is awesome but you can't live there. Finding the middle ground is where it is at.BehindMyBlues
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Fantasy is what gives us the hope and drive to keep striving but you have to have both feet on the ground to get there. I agree wholeheartedly. Though I have one question for you; are you saying you don't have gorgerous lovers (or at least fwb)now?  You konw I am yanking your chain. I know what you mean."Temptation is fun...Giving in is even better.."
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7/5/2007 6:40 pm |
Darlin', ya said all that so well. I've never heard it put better! We share the same fantasy, that of being rich. And like you, I give a lot of it away. In reality, we're both just as broke as the next guy. But that's life, and reality for too many people. Been thinking a lot about ya. You ok darlin? XOXO ~Heavn
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7/5/2007 9:27 pm |
I think that rich fantasy life I had was beaten out of me, metaphorically speaking, somewhere in the first few years I was married. I lived a nice little fantasy not too long ago. As for the giving back theme here, one of these days you'll have your chance. While I am by no means wealthy, I remember what it was like to work way to hard for way too little and to not be able to live up to the expectations I had for myself. I try to always be kind to those who wait on me in restaurants, stores, and hotels. I was there once...and retail sucks. Come for the breasts, Stay for the brains! L
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7/6/2007 12:58 pm |
Well as I recall it working in retail really sucked. People are nasty to you for no apparent reason. Like its your store! Oh that being a motel maid sucked big time. I learned how to clean bbq sauce off of walls and paintings. I learned how to kill buster the body crab. I learned that some women think that sheets will suffice when you don't have a tampon. I learned that when you see two cases of empty beer cans in the room the bathroom will be hell to clean. I learned that some people don't know what toilet paper is for but they don't mind using the towels for this purpose. Lord that job sucked. Though I don't put up with assholes at work much anymore, and I've learned to tell who is just short tempered because they are ill and who is naturally just an asshole. At least there is some reason for being a jerk with the people that I work with now. As far as renting happiness...Well its totally possible don't you think? ...If you got caught smoking crack, McDonald's wouldn't even take you back, you could always just run for mayor of DC.... Come for the breasts, Stay for the brains! L
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I am amazed at how close to home this post of yours is hitting today.... I had a fantasy, it has now today had it's ass kicked by the reality of the situation I find myself in. And I weep for it. Sultry
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Ken, you know I will never, ever really tell what mysteries I have in my heart....I cannot and you know it, you see it. But I know that you could kick it's ass for me if I asked, but you know I will never ask...I can't, I have been fighting for so long I don't know how to do anything else. This fantasy was REAL for me it was as real as the grass that I touched, as real as the wind talking to the trees, as real as the very earth upon which my feet stand. It hurts to see it go, and I am left with only me right now. I am very melancholy, I know what I have lost and I want it back dammit!!! My temper flares, but I am doing my level best to control myself after all control is the key for someone like me is it not? Sultry
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My fantasies still give me hope...... I enjoyed this post. Pull My Fucking Hair! 
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7/10/2007 8:37 pm |
What is it they say? Something about almost always regretting the things you didn't do, but nearly always regretting the things you said... You know, I spent an awful lot of my life denying myself. Oh no that's not proper, not right. You shouldn't. I spent a lot of time wishing I hadn't said things in the first months of '05 though come to think of it, there were a lot of things I didn't say too. I'm trying not to dwell on the regrets of my life and the hopes, dreams, and some of the fantasies help keep me off the road. Come for the breasts, Stay for the brains! L
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I know I have the fantasy of being rich and not having to worry about the bloody bills being paid on time. In my head I have the ideal life, what sort of house I am going to build etc. But you know, I think being rich like that would just be replacing one set of problems with another. Still we can all dream, nothing wrong with that now. Have a great weekend Ken. Linda xxx
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