Daydreams

Was I the only one in our class with a Walter Mitty side? I could sit for long periods of time doing nothing but daydreaming. I rarely dreamed about something I might be able to do if I really wanted to try, like play football or basketball, --- I probably wouldn't have made the team, but I could have still tried. Instead, what I daydreamed about was always something I couldn't do. Like get a brand new car, or get a job that payed more than chicken scratches -- maybe even all the way up to 2 or 3 bucks an hour! Or date this girl or that one, you know, the popular ones or the ones above my social standings.

I envied others for what they had, but I seriously don't believe I coveted what they had. Not in a biblical sense anyway. If I saw a nice car I didn't want to take it away from whoever owned it, I just wanted one like it. Sometimes I'd see that particular girl with the guy she was dating and think something like, "He's a dork! What does he have that I don't?" Well, her for one thing.

Sometimes a teacher would say something like, "Mr. Presley do you want to get your mind back inside the window", and I'd realize I had daydreamed for half of class period about being in a rock and roll band or something.

I guess it all boils down to wanting to be in the spotlight, and now I hate the spotlight. I'm happiest sitting back in the corner letting everyone else take their turn. I no longer want the spotlight, but I sure would love to have a cherry red 1967 Mustang convertible, with black interior and 3 on the tree!!